letra de my religion - blakswan
[chorus]
okay
p-ssy, money, fame: my religion
i ain’t superstitious
i’m praying for forgiveness
i’m praying for you
b-tches, money, fame: ammunition
i aim with precision
and c-ck it and blow your brains on the kitchen
[verse 1]
got your cranium missing, rain with the crimson
crazy or insane, what’s the difference
bang, f-ck a witness
i’m crossing some names off my hit list
man, f-ck you b-tches
i’ma david blaine, no magician
fade from your vision, listen up
know who you’re messing with
messi’ ain’t no pedestrian
blessing me with some stallions
i’m s-xually equestrian
text you and we have s-x again
blowing my loads in seconds
she’s sucking me like it’s easter
my d-ck is ressur-erect again
say my name when you go down
inseminate down your throat now
change lanes on the road now
cum stains on her coat now
(you got it in my f-cking hair)
motherf-cker relax and getcha foot off the gas
she put my hand on her ass, grasping the fattest of fats
leaving a stain in my lap, that’s such a pain in the ass
passenger with the audacity asking why that was fast
‘cause sh-t i never could last
[chorus]
p-ssy, money, fame: my religion
i ain’t superstitious
i’m praying for forgiveness
i’m praying for you
b-tches, money, fame: ammunition
i aim with precision
and c-ck it and blow your brains on the kitchen
[verse 2]
how you gon’ f-ck with me
testing your luck with me
i’ma roll up and duct tape that mouth shut, you see
you run from me, that’s fun for me, that’s so funny
you got me p-ssing in my f-cking dungarees
you’re under siege, i’m undefeated
i’m under your skin like i’m intravenous
gotta gun to your head, blow that sh-t to pieces
swallow my lead, say h-llo to jesus
never know what i might do
might f-ck around and i might fight you
might mike tyson, i might bite you
might nip your ear off and i might chew
might spit blood on the mic, run for your life
packing lyrical slugs in my gun at your knife fight
say your prayers, hit the lights
bed time, motherf-cker, night-night
semi-automatic in the vatican
i’ll let you have it ‘til you’ve had enough
and then i’ll smack you on the track again
and if you back it up, then i’ma smack you on the ass again
a house of f-cking pain like i’ma pack it up and pack it in (do, do, do)
pop a mother f-cking cap again, i’m fifty with the caliber, you’re barrels full of
halibut
i’m splattering these rappers on the carpet, got me vacuuming
and lapping up the blood like dracula and robert pattinson
[chorus]
p-ssy, money, fame: my religion
i ain’t superstitious
i’m praying for forgiveness
i’m praying for you
b-tches, money, fame: ammunition
i aim with precision
and c-ck it and blow your brains on the kitchen
[outro]
what’s up
motherf-cker, what’s up
yea, said what’s up
what’s up, what’s up (b-tch)
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
she, she p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
she bad
yea, what’s up
what’s up, what’s up
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