Exhumed lyrics

[Verse 1]
See I'm a suicidal kid with no future
I'm quicker to bust your face with a baseball bat before I shoot ya
The Barbecue and brass monkey hittin' up the food truck
The I take my chick right back to the crib and straight to Kama Sutra
This Schemaposse b*tch I don't give a f*ck about no hip sh*t
Now this that cruisin' down the highway gettin' dome pimp sh*t
With the big junt in your face, them 12's knockin' like the police
And best believe I'm worshippin' the Earth and listen to no priest mothaf*cka
Nah, this that you don't really give a f*ck about a thang sh*t
With the little bit the pimp, ridin' solo in yo donk sh*t
I'm bringin' back that phonk that make the devil wanna twist
We groovin' like it's 1975, psychedelics in my p*ss
Nah, feel that liquor travelin' through you torso
And lay yo head back blow that smoke into the ozone
You sacrifice your soul for a cult, and you don't even know
If not for Alan Watts I woulda been dead a long time ago

[Chorus]
Well, b*tch, I never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh*t
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a b*tch, but they don't know sh*t
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, b*tch, I never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh*t
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a b*tch, but they don't know sh*t
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin', plead insanity in court
[Verse 2]
Never the one to be one in believin'
That one of my demons didn't know I'm a Heathen
Debatin' the meanin' of Genesis ready to die
Like a f*ckin' swine, keep on believin' a reason
To murder the ones that don't believe in believin'
I am the Anti-Christ, I'm here to put an end
To all them hopes you feedin', keep it G
And mothaf*ck a Sunday morn in prison
b*tch I had it up to here, with all of that sh*t you christen
Missin' me with your focus, if Hocus Pocus turn water to wine
Sounds like the wool is over your eyes, I don't sympathize

[Chorys]
Well, b*tch, I never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh*t
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a b*tch, but they don't know sh*t
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, b*tch, I never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh*t
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a b*tch, but they don't know sh*t
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin', plead insanity in court