Johnny Hoax - 2016 Atheist Dreadnought lyrics

Touring still, with the sword and shield For morbid thrills Known for k**ing lords With a quarter sk** And going ill f** Caitlyn Jenner That award belong to Lauren Hill I slay beginners Even though hiphop's on this blue-pill sh** Dude still spits Slay a king in the open And fools kneel quick f** Allah in his righteousness I could never serve him If heaven consists of Members of ISIS f**ing virgins But I'm another person Religion of peace? You lying through your turban Vividly The sh** I speak'll make a feminist cringe Him and his friends, remind 'em that this isn't pretend Listen good I've had it with this first world victimhood offense culture Same plank to walk, different wood Dare need a favor Aryan invaders will ask If you're carrying papers Married to bankers Call on you to celebrate a lazy creator Then damn you for not accepting the savior Soaring for glory Ever-wrecking your sh**ty origin story It's boringly corny I spend the sermons normally yawning Last mission? ama** wisdom Now it's spitting it in a way To break the slave in a black christian I can't peak, my lyrics they lead anions I fill graveyards with the hindu and greek pantheons Our climb is steady, rising high You monkeys still want a messiah Even if it comes in the form of a professional liar The art of deception admired by the ma**es Watch them cheer and go defend The foot that's planted in their a**es All Yah's kids smash it, culled for negativity (????) The clergy got'em fading, they Camus becomes a symphony Spewing the mountain's litany, a bullsh** rhetoric Singalongs and prayers about freedom that you will never get So what's the latest outrage? Tell me who you angry wit Post another twitter status Only venom you will spit That's probably why I remember sh** Cause everything about you weak From politics to music you rocking Even the words you speak I'm supposed to buy into the sh** that you spout When you think sheep herders from Babel days Have figured this out? Man f** that Fall back I'm done coddling all your nonsense Your lack of critical thinking And little slave complex With all the pansy-talk continued by the offence You people need to listen more before you cry, and talk less While people lie in coffins you're lashing out at comedians Devoting all their time and your resources to feeding them Well real rapists see k**ers, racists and villains In the place that you're building But ain't the ones who changing your feelings? That's great So channel energy on the actual threat You say that Greydon raping tacos was an act of regret Let's ask the taco if it's possible that he can repent Ignore the context of the statement so that we can be next To wave the flag for your agenda, please believe the intent It's just irrelevant We need to martyr people to d**h My n***a, please You're only feeding them lies, bare and deceit (????) Like it's a weapon of destruction, only blind and the weak No denying it's a cruel world and we're fighting the beast But if our skin is not a thicker gauge, a bodysome feast (????) In 2016, it's the plea to the populace Please be less unformed, to be less obvious These followers would rather force religion into politics Living the words of liars, salesmen And forced scholarships Send me to hell's gates, I'm sick of your stalemate With (that?) (and) [?] union try to sell me a failsafe Making sense of the world without the son of god From every contrary department of Tom & Jerry christian commentary (listen) And the chance of me staying silent? As likely as finding Kat Williams in a science cla** Research band in every church you ever ran in Behind closed doors: closed minds, closed canons Skeptic put the hand in his pockets Here, studying topics That would've made a jealous man of a prophet With the flow As dirty as any industry unregulated Here they'd rather celebrate the uneducated [Verse: Syqnys] So I'm privileged? Okay, I'll be the black pot You can be the kettle While you type on your laptop Talking about privilege b**h, you hit the jackpot A first world citizen King of the have-got So I offend your silly a**, I'm still writing b**h, I took deGra**e from Neil Tyson I told you I'm a black pot You're a crackpot In an ascot The SJW mascot Your worldview Is a cloud of distortion Always outraged Bullsh**, out of proportion You scream loud enough And now it's important There's real problems out there But now we ignore them So genocide, step aside For the gender tide Get rendered petrified Every time I get online Man, did I offend you? Great, you can get in line I'd shut my f**ing mouth But I might offend a mime