L.T.B. - You're Going To Hell lyrics

I dare you tell me not to, I'm addicted I can't be fixed; all that will ever help is time, all else unrealistic I'm fed up; to the cliche point where I'm saying f** it And just seeing where it goes, until life changes the subject I don't care about you, I'm just telling the truth These songs are letters and to everyone I'm mailing em to But since no one is getting it, I never fail to conclude That you're either ignorant, stupid, or unintelligent too If I'm not doing this I'm bored as sh**, not recording lyrics Or performing hits, that were specifically written to bore you with Now you listen to me, I'm under no sort of ordinance I'm tempted to rap an entire album with no choruses The News channels only have interest in generating views Every story I want to show the true meaning of breaking news Grown-ups using the same brain activity that babies do You f**ing pastors who live for your congregations praising you You're going to Hell – I know you are but what am I? Wow, you must be way confused; you should be taking a second To examine your anxieties and what you take to suppress them Hey Westboro when you die, please relay us a message If you get in be sure to let us know that God lets gays into heaven Yeah, I guess I really hope he'll teach you f*ggots a lesson But I don't think that's how it works; I wish your fate was unpleasant We could / cut to the chase without wasting a second Give me a head's up, and I'll go piss on the grave that you'll rest in You're not mad at me, you're mad at what the insanity said Because you heard me say that you're better off to humanity dead Have you heard yourself? You should submerge yourself For a while under water, OR, just burn to d**h It's essentially worthless if I stoop to your level But anything is possible whenever my music's a**embled Listen to what I do with a pencil You think it's cruel but you would love to be God, saying “What should I do with the devil?” You're going to Hell – I know you are but what am I? I wonder if we locked the doors of Westboro Baptist One Sunday, saved all of the kids and then lit the matches If they would be able to tell the difference From when they were burning alive in this life and then in Hell the next minute Probably not – it blows my mind That nobody has ran up inside during a protest or service and open fired Put in on DVD, no scenes to go behind Survivors who tried climbing their way out, hung by ropes and wires, and hopes and lies If you knew what hell felt like, you would take your life That's only kind of what I meant, let me explain the line If you knew how horrible things really were You would stop complaining, you deserve to have your feelings hurt If you knew what Hell felt like, you would never take your life Or anyone else's even if you're filled with hate inside Who is hell for? I don't know, beware I'm a**uming anyone who lives in celebration of God's creation going there You're going to Hell – I know you are but what am I?