Letra de The Eucharist

My mother used to say A bad penny finds its own way to hell They lovingly fashion they own crosses Beg me to drive the nails Followed the devil to the high place, the pinnacle The wilderness vibrate, do-gooders miserable The pilate silent, but that’s a signal too The Pyrex violent, the group home living proof Like dying and coming back black as a dead tooth Roman lions, Blue Angels through the retractable roof Aloof Posdnuos, I used to be embarrassed of Brothers reduced to that do you like rap? Hustle Back before your man let the mack off on forty-deuce Negros say: Let’s stick together then make funny moves Black is beautiful, brother, but it ain’t super glue Guffaw what's left of the truth under his cuticles, duke You be dead in a cubicle 'fore you recoup Christianity is cultural appropriation, papists Free masons, Mason Betha came out the church like Satan Burst out that house of worship, that thing flamin', no amen Shoot the gift till it smell like metal shavings Shoot the shit till I'm certain they're idiots, then relax Brazen, facts, the next nice neighborhood I move to You lot get first crack, the dark skin Van Peebles Made the rounds with the Watermelon Man sequel Did Jay actually listen to D'Evils? Or did he just skim through it? I took the Shyne to ‘em and turned Jewish In the privacy of his