I've been losing my temper a lot
You could try to stop my pen from talking but you'd have a better shot at dismembering God
Second thought it wouldn't be that hard
All the parts are already separated and not working together at all
Most of you should have stayed away from rap or pa**ed it by
You shouldn't have a mic, if anything maybe practice writing
You're gay and fake like a plastic dike
s**ing on a pa**afire every night fall asleep watching magic mike
Hiding what you did is like throwing gas on fire
Swallowed up the rest of my guilt and consumed the last of pride
Making the most of your life just to pa** the time
Until you hear (doorbell) and your past arrives
I've a reoccurring fantasy with Westboro Baptist
A bubble bath, f*ggots, a happy family, a mattress
Let me explain so you can see
Shirley Phelps being charitable and giving out beds to the gay, homeless community
Oh! You're so patient
I don't know if Macklemore is shaking his head or giving a standing ovation
Hopefully both at the same time
Conflict of interest can be the reason you stay high
Figuratively not litterararely
How can we recycle lines that we've already written so carelessly?
I am a heretic – heresy!
I hide behind a veil of transparency
Haha, yeah, I'm on my h**ne cloud
All your little gods, where are they now
I'm sitting on the throne, and I'm tearing it down
Go to hell, that's what I said to the devil
Whispered into his ear so I can tell that he's unsettled
What percentage is mental
When he starts talking music with me, he gets tied to a rock and some heavy metal
(Till he sinks) to the bottom of the ocean to cool off
You believe life started without God, and I do not
Sometimes I view circumstances from birth like it ain't fair
So he can sit at the bottom of a lake and stay there, in a restraint chair
Walk up to his door, knock on it
I don't want to be somebody that God damns, doggonit
So I wait until he answers – “step into my office”
I sit “Satan, what problems do you have with my sonnets?”
He says “first of all, you do my work quite well
So consider yourself warned that I've already braced myself
God has / already written my tale
You'll be watching your boat float to the top, while I'm watching mine sail
But in the meantime, I want you to live a serene life
Where you know of a suffering world, but you still sleep at night
A spark you had, you have no intention to re-ignite
And somehow deny not only God, but that he provides
Jesus Christ; I'm really good at my job
But don't you see? With you it's like I don't even have to try hard
I mean my God, how much denial are you living in?
Can't you see how f**ed up your idea of what a Christian is?
Haha, yeah, I'm on my h**ne cloud
All your little gods, where are they now
I'm sitting on the throne, and I'm tearing it down
Why do you keep trying John Wesley, you're never gonna make it
This is between me and you and I didn't want to have to be the one to say it
Wrong, it's between me and God, so all of you I wish peace be upon
But you might as well a**ume you're playing God if you feel your creator just strings you along
Then again I don't know, I've never been a part of your life so no
And I for sure, am never going to get an opportunity to understand, I suppose
So at my show if you're back five rows, yelling out loud this rap I wrote
If we don't change lives, we're no longer a threat and this track that you're hearing could be the last I pose
For a cover of a publication, have so much to say but my lungs are aching
Change 16's to 100's, now you're talking my language and
You can go to a booth and profess a love from Satan
I profess love for the one responsible for constructing creation
So let's put our hands together, those closest to d**h dance forever
A girl, confused by a glance that the pastor sent her, wants to go to heaven and be the last to enter
Whatchu gonna do when it gets real, finally running out of prescrips to fill
Out of pot out of money, out of time, the ability to be living in denial is a vicious sk**
Been there, done that, hear this, I ask
Wear this, my mask – parents – why laugh
Awkwardly, when I'm getting wordy, such a hypocrite, oh it just occurred to me
I'm a parent, will I be racing to be erasing every album and lyric urgently
If you rewind, every line how many times do you count that I lose my mind
Just a single verse, started there, got here; don't know exactly what I accrue inside
I'd rather not be able to find a plane in my imagination than to lose a train of thought
You are out of your mind if you think I am going to pray anything other than “Thank you God”
Haha, yeah, I'm on my h**ne cloud
All your little gods, where are they now
I'm sitting on the throne, and I'm tearing it down