Jesus breathes hip hop, two fingers for blunt to rest in.
Mind blank, solid wood scrabble pieces
No black, fallin on some habit creases
Jesus Christ, the man himself!
Hold the good book up and creep in so stealth
For ya health, it's yummy in ya tummy dummy
And gummy
Words so wet they be dryin out ya mouth
Cotton ball lyrics I been soaking up the south
Workers getting all on my grant
Summer in the shade, oh no I can't
Hummin songs about the future of life to be
Free black men shoutabouta wife for free!
See, Jesus never really did part that sea,
Held his bread about the water, swam casually
Have faith you say, well I say baloney
Tamahto, salami, hey you ain't even know me
So don't front me try to make me a sandwich
Cause Jesus brought the bread and he's making a Manwich
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