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Kai Straw
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Pope Charles
Tell me why In the mind of the Pope you would see evil and lead sheeple with lies and deceive people Perceived peaceful, kind and believed feeble But breed evil, disguised then decreed legal Your creed's evil, judgement averted If herded, the sheep become prey to the perverted And you'll defend lions over lamb because they earned it Say 'they crossed the line'? Fucker, you blurred it And you could give a shit less about some fuckin' witness Kids just make shit up, that's what'll fix this Wait, they're believin' em? Shit. well. Why you got 'em bleedin' on your dick still? Wash the shit off, I'm thinkin', sit still We can lie and say God will forgive 'em They gotta do what God says, at least most of 'em And I'm hostin' em, I'll announce what we discussed God can forgive him, so this kid must
'.Earlier this year the rind report laid bare the physically and psychologically abusive regimes operated by religious orders and state run institutions.'
If I was lost In the thoughts of a figure of the peace movement I'd be soothing, calm, and lead the weak through it I'd say, 'Hello, my name is Charles, you homeless? I got a place for you tomorrow. Although, you can stay a while if you want to. I'm all about peace, man, love, you should follow. and do I got drugs? Yes. Of course. But I'm a bit short son. Hey, whatever, it's love, you can't afford some? Here's some for free. My best LSD. And, man, I think you're lonely cause the best left with me. You should really come with us, and talk 'til dusk And who you lookin' at? her? Man, she walks with us So come chill, your real, it's in the way that you laugh Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But I kinda got a favor to ask, we're gonna visit this ass and this girl who get faker for cash, and I'm all about the real man, the fake shouldn't last, So here's a knife, here, take it. Wait. What? Are you fakin'? I thought you were real, man, shit, look I'm not satan! I'm a soldier for God, a soldier for peace And all of these rich motherfuckers are just spawn of the beast So come on, man
'In a scene described by one investigator as reminiscent of a weird religious right, five persons, including actress Sharon Tate, were found dead at the home of Ms. Tate and her husband, screen director Roman Polanski.'
If I was peaceful, I'd dance in a war zone And if I was evil I'd hide in the wardrobe of a good man cause, that's where the lost search for answers Suspect not a witch while in Kansas So I would hide well Disguise the truth like my lies will You're thinkin' I'm the cleanest, but I'm sicker than your NyQuil A trickster, blank mines trust cause my lies plain Seein' I'm a dove, but I'm a pigeon dipped in white paint I've been to hell and back, Satan gave me pointers Taught me how to be a king without bein' fuckin' appointed I've avoided any motherfucker try to oust me Why search for evil while your at a family outing? Get it? Like why search for hours in a minute? That wouldn't make sense, but that's why I'm in it And I'll reign 'till infinite right under your nose Just hope I don't poison your soul
'In the wild, it is survival of the fittest and often the game is one by any animal who can remain unseen.'
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