I want to tip toe Heaven’s line
Drink all of Jesus’ wine
Spray graffiti on the Golden Walls
Beat the Lord in basketball
Talk shxt and tell him he can’t fly like me
Make em fall, pick him up and put him on my Jesus piece
Sneak out the back window and spend nights in hell
Couple hours out on bail
Come back before anyone could tell
I heard Mary’s fond of me
Blasphemy when I roll her in a leaf
There’s Mark, John, Peter.. where’s Judas?
He built a new relationship with Cupid
Don’t tell me to Rest In Peace
I’m getting my hair braided with Sampson
Me, him,
Jesus slept for 3 days, while we were up the whole time
Planning, scamming with the Vandal
He woke up and told us he had it all handled
If Omar’s resting in peace, I’m knocking on his door
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