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letra de fuck your religion - bloodshot & con-crete (horrorcore)

[intro: con-crete]
yeah, yeah!
this is for all you bible thumpers out there talkin’ sh-t!
here we go!

[verse 1: con-crete]
what’s crackin’ y’all? welcome to slaughterville
this be the town where your faith and your god are k!lled
’cause he don’t come ’round here or out of his jurisdiction
[?] won’t be here any time to murder all us christian’s
we have no sherriff (no!) and no laws
keep on talkin’ about your god and i’ll break your jaw
we’re stuck with rusty machetes and chainsaws for protection
if-if the bleeding doesn’t k!ll ya, you’ll die from infection
nail you to a crucifix just like your christ (yeah)
and simply use you for target practice with a gun instead of throwing knives
then burn all the bibles, straight up murder our rivals
that’s all kings want, 666 to none

[chorus: con-crete]
it’s time for all the christian’s to meet their demise
just like their lord in christ
’cause s.k.r. will rise
slaughterer’s let’s ride
it’s time for all the christian’s to meet their demise
just like their lord in christ
’cause s.k.r. will rise
slaughterer’s let’s ride
[verse 2: bloodshot]
yeah! yeah!
the revelations of loss, well, what’s the cost? (yeah!)
carved into flames, christian’s are the cost (are the cost)
ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies
ashes to ashes to those who don’t know me
beauty and the beast, my heart explodes
incredible forces from the unknown
walkin’ through the gates, the gates of hades
chainsaw’s equipped, slaughter kings be invading
apostles and priests get they tongues cut
now speak on this, your time is up
i won’t ever believe in your false religion (no!)
i won’t ever see the sh-t you recede in (yeah)

[chorus: con-crete]
it’s time for all the christian’s to meet their demise
just like their lord in christ
’cause s.k.r. will rise
slaughterer’s let’s ride
it’s time for all the christian’s to meet their demise
just like their lord in christ
’cause s.k.r. will rise
slaughterer’s let’s ride
(yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!)
[verse 3: sicktanick]
this is slaughterville b-tches, ain’t no way you’re gettin’ out
me and bl–dy and crete will leave your faith in doubt
yeah! the slaughter theory is to slaughter the christian’s
eat ’em up like brotha lynch and end their religion
so f-ck a christian and f-ck a catholic (yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!)
and f-ck a muslim, a jew or a rat b-tch (yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!)
i’ll make a f-ggot out your lord’s and saviors (uh huh)
make ’em my brats for my s-xual favors (just take it, b-tch)
then get f-cked, all of y’all, to rock below the crucifix (ugh!)
if you don’t like the devil, get the f-ck up out this wicked shyt
it’s s.k.r., the new empire
leavin’ all these sk-nk-ass wannabe’s retired
motherf-cker

- bloodshot con crete horrorcore

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