Greydon Square - Judge Me lyrics

Yeah. The Super Gross Greydon Square. Hey yo. I love doing this, for ever ,and ever ,and ever. Hey yo. This is the CPT Theorem. Look. 99 bottles of beer on the wall. I smashed them all and beat you in the face with them all. I keep on tellin' you that your religion s**s balls. A bunch of fairy tales that make no sense at all. How the hell I'm supposed to acknowledge a soul and show it love. If you can't tell me where it is or what it does. I'm tired of poking holes in your logic. I'm already getting paid for exposing your prophet. You ain't experienced hurt, you've been in a hearse. The mormons attack hers and said my skin was a curse. So I started stepping up my status and let them have it. Start showing them every single hypocritical pa**age. Now they all mad 'cause Ted Haggard is in drag. And the back the church secretly takin' penis to a**. The deacon is back he's talking about leaving his ma**. I can't believe that I would believe in that jesus's a**. You wanna judge me? Before I open my mouth. And pa** judgement before you even know what's about. You wanna judge me? Your mind is already made up Even though the god you believe in was totally made up. You wanna judge me? But the rules don't apply. You flip it all around and you open eyes. You wanna judge me? You claim you speakin' the truth. But when I wanna challenge you all you speak of is truce. I always hear is about tolerant Christians who despise people for not following fiction. This is mild addiction. My name is Greydon Q. I'm the Super Gross. The physics studying and better religious super-folk. You have no idea what's stuck in my mind. I'll have you transform you and your arguments like Optimus Prime. Meanwhile freethinkers afraid being seen. Commin' lots of friend and family like an AA meeting. Hi my name is Greydon Square but I'm an atheist they claim that I`ve a soul in this planet on savin' it. Yeah right and every other persuasive religion. Each with their own hell to hell make my decision. So, when you take your manners, just one more adition. Thou shall not believe in bullsh**. You wanna judge me? Before I open my mouth. And pa** judgement before you even know what's about. You wanna judge me? Your mind is already made up Even though the god you believe in was totally made up. You wanna judge me? But the rules don't apply. You flip it all around and you open eyes. You wanna judge me? You claim you speakin' the truth. But when I wanna challenge it all you speak of is truce. It's kind of sickening. I can read a doctor Seuss book to Tom Cruise and scare him into joining my religion. Can I even debate get to get more people. Than I sit thru or Lord Xenu. And you want me to seriously, pay money to join your little piramid scheme. Super Gross. So start the little rumours. If I was secretly lientologist you would know. I'm not even saying no more. I'd leave right now if John Travolta wasn't playin' door. And people flocked to this religion like an adiction and told to have faith in adiction just like a religion. I'm sick of this liars their doctrine was written by a science fiction writter. They don't even know it. He wrote it knowing when he wrote it that it was bogus, stupid. And you believed it and you... You wanna judge me? Before I open my mouth. And pa** judge me before you know what's about. You wanna judge me? Your mind is already made up Even though the god you believe in was totally made up. You wanna judge me? But the rules don't apply. You flip it all around and you open eyes. You wanna judge me? You claim you speakin' truth. But when I wanna challenge you all you speak of is truce. You wanna judge me? Before I open my mouth. And pa** judge me before you know what's about. You wanna judge me? Your mind is already made up Even though the god you believe in was totally made up. You wanna judge me? But the rules don't apply. You flip it all around and you open eyes. You wanna judge me? You claim you speakin' truth. But when I wanna challenge you all you speak of is truce. You wanna judge me?