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m.m.m.f.d. - pray for your soul lyrics

pray for your soul lyrics
[intro]
this is ruxpin music!

[verse 1: insane poetry & scum]
now pray for your soul is what i love to say to people with my priest collar on
as they pray to jesus crystal
praise the eagle from the desert to the back of your cranium
headshot like the demolition of a stadium
down on your knees you pray to please your lord and maker
while you’re in possession here’s a c+ck that you can take or
suck and i wish you luck when you call in heaven they don’t pick up
but there is a barrel to your head better eat this d+ck up
we will open up your wig, kid, so we can peep the scenic view
had to keep a few straight trapped inside our secret room
clutchin’ on they rosaries asking what would jesus do?
when we have you leaking plus eating through a feeding tube
wanna waste some bread before your death will leave you breathless
prayer does the trick while making us sick just like asbestos
blast this motherf+cker with a sawed off like a rival
gag him with that bible having to wait for his arrival

[chorus: insane poetry & scum]
pray for your soul! and hope somebody’s f+cking listening!
pray for your soul! our minds are made up, blades are glistening!
now pray for your soul! while getting stabbed your body’s shaking!
pray for your soul! that is all that’s left as lives are taken!
pray for your soul! and hope somebody’s f+cking listening!
pray for your soul! our minds are made up, blades are glistening!
now pray for your soul! while getting stabbed your body’s shaking!
pray for your soul! that is all that’s left as lives are taken!
[verse 2: insane poetry & scum]
yeah! cadavers found by the rivers with they tummies missing
(aww!)
f+cked around and got boxed up, sonny liston (aww!)
the unsub bludgeon bodies up to this bl++dy rhythm
k!ll everybody with a shottie tucked in his f+cking denims
mutilated beyond recognition on a slab in a morgue having good meat on a plate
making your mom have a stroke having to identify you based on birthmarks
your god cares less ’bout your fate
let’s test out your faith, ’bout your fate, that is up to us
presumptuous to think that i won’t get a nun to suck
the devil’s d+ck, h+lla sh+t, have her grabbing for a crucifix
praying to the pope while we laughing like some lunatics
rosaries on your neck are wrapped around
and look around, the sun ain’t setting, just ain’t getting any air
in your lungs and so you’re dying, getting stepped up as you trying
to recite your final prayer, crimson dripping everywhere

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