Yeah, the super grosgrain square,
ayo, I love doing this, forever, and ever,
and ever, ayo, this is the CPT theorem,
and beat you in the face with a mall,
that your religion sucks balls,
that make no sense at all
How the hell am I supposed to ac
knowledge a soul and show it love
If you can't tell me where it
I'm tired of poking holes in your logic
for ex posing your prophet
You ain't experienced hurt till
The Mormons attacked first,
they said my skin was a curse
So I started stepping up my status,
Started showing every single
Now they all mad cause Ted
In the back of his church
secretly taking penis to ass
he's talking about leaving this mass.
I can't believe I would be
lieve in that Jesus says.
Before I open my mouth and
Your mind's already made up,
even though the God you believe in
But the rules don't apply
when you flip it all around
You claim you're speaking the truth,
but when I want to challenge it
all you speak of is truce.
about tolerant Christians
Yes I'm the super super gross
The physics study and bet
I'll have you transforming your arguments
freethinkers afraid to be seen
Coming out to friends and family
Hi, my name is Graydon Square
They claim that I had a soul
and was planning on saving it
Yeah right, and every other
So under your ten commandments,
just I want more addition
Thou shalt not believe in bullshit
Before you even know what it's about
Your mind's already made up
Even though the God you believe in
But the rules don't apply
When you flip it all around
You claim you speakin' the truth
But when I wanna challenge it,
all you speak of is truce
I could read a Dr. Seuss book
and scare him into joining my religion
You're not even a faith yet,
I'm Raph's evil lord, Xenu,
and you want me to seriously pay money
to join your little pyramid scheme?
Su per gross, so stop the little rumors
If I were secretly Lyontologist
I'm not even saying no more
if John Travolta wasn't playing the door
And people flock to this religion
And told to have faith in addiction,
their doctrine was written
Why a science fiction writer,
He wrote it knowing when he wrote it
Stupid, and you believed it,
now you didn't believe it
your mind's already made up
Even though the God you believe in
but the rules don't apply
When you flip it all around
You claim you speaking the truth
But when I want to challenge it
all you speak of is truths
before you even know what is foul
Your mind's already made up
Even though the God you believe in
But the rules don't apply
When you flip it all around
You claim you speaking the truth
But when I want to challenge it
all you speak of is truths
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