Testo God Hates Me

I know God
I, I know God
I, I know God hates me
I know God hates me
I know God hates me


Raise up my voice so that you can hear The wicked shit ain't dead, but a new generation incubated for years
Dylan be killin' em, stacking the bodies
And dumping 'em into a pier
Dylan will get up inside of your mind
And play off of your deepest fear
Till you crack, there ain't no turning back
Once you hear the wicked funk
Of a killa thug psycho mack
Blasphemy
I worship wicked shit with the candlesticks out
Im wicked like a rotting fetus, with its eyes hanging out
My shotgun said, "Worship what you wanna, on your own time
Go up in the monastery, Dylan, cut the phone line
Torture as many nuns as you can, and make them hoes die
Puyt 'em up outta the pathetic misery that they been living They whole lives."
Now to the priest. Humiliate you, and berate you
As I make you bow to the beast
Because there isn't a sound as sweet as a catholic martyr
The virgin Mary was a cunt, who should have been raped harder

I know God hates me
(Hes gotta hate me)
I know God hates me
Really fucking hates me
I know God hates me
Hes gotta hate me
I know God hates me
Really fucking hates me
I know God hates me
Hes gotta hate me
I know God hates me
Really fucking hates me
I know God hates me
Hes gotta hate me
I know, I know
Cause I'm always sinnin

I know God hates me
Cause I'm screaming blasphemy
And church is to the left of me
I, I...
I see through it, man, this time I think Im paralyzed
I think I'm blind, and my mind has metamorphosized
I'm tripping and having a vision of death
And its taking away my breath
Taking a hit of the wicked shit, then
Let the evilness fill up my chest
My mind is crazy, hazy and full of fog
But I dont need your fucking help
So fuck all of y'all
And when I die, you'll all be welcome to my funeral
To suck on my balls, and defile the body for the ritual
They call my Dylan. Kapitol D-stroy Jesus
Doing the work of the Devil, for no goddamn reason
Bitch killin season, step on up and get checked
Takin' no shorts, cuttin' no slack, newjacks on my bozac
I got symptoms of insanity in my brain, G
White man, paleface, I know that he hates me

I know God hates me
Hes gotta hate me
I know God hates me
Really fucking hates me
I know God hates me
Hes gotta hate me
I know God hates me
Really fucking hates me
I know God hates me
Hes gotta hate me
I know God hates me
Really fucking hates me
I know God hates me
Hes gotta hate me
I know, I know
Cause I'm always sinnin