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letra de to my atheist folks ft. j.c. the cancer - sketch the bottom feeder

[sketch]
god is a made up thing, and so is satan
‘but jeez, you must believe in something!’
b-tch no i don’t, you’re basic
if i’ve got you steaming mad, just calm the f-ck down and please relax
when i breathe in fact, my heathen -ss doesn’t even have a soul worth saving
‘cause souls are fake too
to the wholesome straight dudes bashin’ f-gs it’s my goal to rape you
you ever notice church people are the most hateful?
they’re pure evil, go against ‘em get your throat strangled
it really ain’t that hard to see that religious folks are dumb
i’m willing to bet ya most of them b-tches voted trump
it’s hard to find competence in the church of mary
it sure is scary, but life’s got to end
i’ve never tried not to sin, i’ve got loose morals
before i get out of bed i might watch a few p-rnos
i had a phase as a christian, then i chose other ways
now i spend my days listening to ghost

(hook)
i’m making a toast to my atheist folks
around the world, it’s a shame ‘cause i know they hate us but yo
i found a cure for existential depression
without it there’s no way i could cope
i’m finished with stressin’ about death
x2

i got no hate for the pope but he’s tellin’ lies to society
those sundays that i’d go i’d feel it rising inside of me
my cheeks would kiss the chair, and then i’d be gettin’ scared
as i’m sittin’ there i’m hit with paralyzing anxiety
see, i was raised proper, to put god first
and then i told ‘em nah, sure did get awkward
they said the proverbs of solomon would make me rich
and that i had to follow them, i told ‘em “make me b-tch”
i’m an atheist, but i try not to be militant with it
when i’m chillin’ with christians i don’t reveal that i’m wicked
but still when i get in a conversation ‘bout that god sh-t
cousin sketch does his best to make ‘em doubt that odd sh-t
this is your only life, and the clock is ticking down
god lives in your mind and when you die, he ain’t gon’ stick around
if you’re done believing, but you’ve eaten the body of christ
it’s pottying time, so sit on down and sh-t him out

(hook)

[j.c. the cancer]
you can’t disprove god, so i’m not an atheist
but believing in what you can’t disprove is god’s evasiveness
man the sh-t’s too odd, now the plot is dangerous
and we got a major risk for a lot of craziness
god is talking you out of your logic like a hot persuasive b-tch
lying like honest abe and sh-t plus, god’s a plagiarist
‘cause the story of horus, is like christ
except many was here before it, oh nice nice outdated sh-t
i’m on the fence, wanna leave the human race
go to outersp-ce and dip ‘cause you’re without a trace of common sense
so face it b-tch, humanity’s on a downward slope
let’s burn a bible for warmth and gather ‘round it folks!
the armageddon is here, dope as a pound of c-ke
to all the people at home, hope that you found the joke
as funny as i did, so go and and drown the pope
in holy water and half an ounce of bounty soap

(hook – j.c.)

- sketch the bottom feeder

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