Last Supper

Burn at the stake, bitch, hoe
I’m not the one that you should fuck with, no
I lost my soul up in the mosh pit, GERD
And you are just another, fuck with, so why you popping shit?
I hope that you choke on the vomit in your throat
Bitch, I hope that you end up in a motherfucking hole
At the day that you die, I bet no one’s gonna cry
No one’s gonna shed a tear, you are just a fucking none
birthday crucifix, crucify the lunatics
birthday crucifix, crucify the lunatics
birthday crucifix, crucify the lunatics
birthday crucifix
I was talking to the priest and asked him «Do you have some dope?»
He said «Fuck yeah, bitch, I got like fucking 50
Bitch, I feed it to my nuns, and then I feed it to my monks
Wash that blood all over floor so I can fuck them in the «It's the last supper, motherfucker, eat your brain
You know Jesus not the type of god that you should disobey
Put your life, I smell the pepsi lemonade
Bitch, you can’t have everything
But you’ll never see the game (That's your flame)
if you’re falling down, falling down, falling down
if you’re falling down, falling down, falling down
if you’re falling down, falling down, falling down
if you’re falling down, my fair lady