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letra de heroin in my easter eggs - the bible boys

[intro: eurotrash]
yeahh yeahhhh
jesus christ, our lord and savior
jesus you know i, jesus you know i
(i love you)

there ain’t no easter eggs
there ain’t no easter eggs
you all know, when we dead
there ain’t no easter eggs

[verse 1: yung p-ss]
scream as jesus rises from the dead, his immortal soul being thrust back into his husk of a body
f-ck you daaad
jesus christ, back in the land of living
i want that sloppy toppy tiberius giving
suck my splinter while i smack your bald head
i’m not the only thing cumming back from the dead

come party with jesus and drink some mead
cum break bread and boof some yeast
my veins are filled with the blood of me
so i’ll stay f-cked up for an eternity
i’m slingin c-ck on earth
cuz heaven ain’t for the faint
saint peter tickles my b-lls
while suckin my taint

i’ll f-ck the cross and i’ll f-ck stained glass
i’ll bury my d-ck in your ass
cause i’ll f-ck a jerusalem sl-t i ain’t got no class
i’ll f-ck you with all 6 of my holes

[verse 2: captain zoy]
yеah
f-ck you up, give that spine a good crack
when thеy roll away the stone
they say “n-gga put that sh-t back”

sunday, got your ass for round two
get yo fake ass n-ggas in the ground right through

won’t deny you three times, live more like me
don’t call me judas, ‘cause i shoot for free

with all your people, waiting patiently
for your own good, you better pray to me

what a f-cking coward
go and run into the sky
i be looking at the clouds and saying
does he f-cking try
i should go up there and help the three
count to .45
hearing pistol sh-lls and angel yells
and i will never die

[verse 3: bill goose]
it’s easta, spread yo b-tches legs and all my boys’ll have a feasta
c-ck’s up her ass and she smile like nice to meet ya
meat drippin’ from her spittin’ and rimmin’
all the bible boys, while i load a clip in
eyes rolled back in -rg-smic revival
k!lled on a spit-roast, not a cross like the bible
everyone’s on top of her like a doggy pile
watch her give it up to [redacted] doggy style

[verse 4: goblin boy]
sealed away, my rambunctious friend
every verse comes to an end
where’d the party go? what’ll they care about?
a martyr or a rabbit, sowing eggs and doubt

gonna rock the house tonight, but no one’s getting out
bold and boulder you climb, there’s no springtime sprout
based with bread, coupled with wine
but there’s no escaping the gulags this time
your hippie clique is gonna fall apart
like the sinews in your fingers, hanging is art
so watch out fast, before you get sold
prodigal sons were built to mold
[verse 5: mooga (violent)]
[throat clear]
two-thousand years ago, there was a man named jesus;
he liked to suck a lot of p-n-s
twelve men, deep in the sands of judea;
all touching d-cks in a circle of prayer
jesus had wandered a thousand sands
and held a thousand d-cks in his hands
the prophet was known as a f-ll-tio machine;
their sandals were dirty, but their d-cks were clean
[suppressed laughter]
(f-cking h-ll…)
he liked to f-ck his [inaudible], he called it communion;
put a d-ck in their -rs- in a holy union
jesus and judas under the covers:
“what are you doing, step-brother?”
f-cking on judas as if he were greek;
pulled out the d-ck and turned the other cheek
they nailed jesus to a cross and impaled him with a spear
but the spear was a d-ck because he was a queer!
[more suppressed laughter]
(gah, that’s pretty good.)

[verse 6: valbot]
you don’t know who it is
valbot showing up this biz
had to get my voice changed
to make me more deranged

easter clearly sucks
eggs and jesus all up
why a bunny, no duck
needs a cloaca, yup

christ’s resurrection?
more like hop on my erection
my d-ck such perfection
you’ll need a c-section

spitting bars from my c-ck
don’t get hit by aftershock
cause i sent miku to the f-ckin’ icu

[hook]
there ain’t no easter eggs
there ain’t no easter eggs
you all know, when we dead
there ain’t no easter eggs

there ain’t no easter eggs
there ain’t no easter eggs
you all know, when we dead
there ain’t no easter eggs

[verse 7: hirachi diamonds]
shut the f-ck up
you think this is funny
this is my holiday
holy f-ck, it’s the easter bunny (oh me?)

put a middle eastern zombie
back in the ground
tell him tricks are for kids
and exorcise that clown

yeah it’s easter
so i’m on the hunt
nail your ass to some oak
and go out to brunch

i’m the star now baby
so you better f-cking hear
if you try to come back
i’ll do it all over next year

[verse 8: tetsuke]
[pontius pilate whipping the sh-t out of jesus christ]
jesus of nazareth, king of the jews
i f-ck ass; i p-ss: an i watch blue’s clues
mary magdalene, a woman of honor
pull out my c-ck and i cum on her collar

jesus was a m-s-ch-st
he liked the whip
he asked for this
now he’s in heaven stroking that d-ck
firstly, i put a spear in your side
i thrust and i twist it
then i make your wife’s hole twice as wide

we get him poppin’ n’ lockin’ on the cross
when i eat his ass it’s like bbq sauce
grab a hold of those legs like the west and the east
i bury my face in that bussy and i feast
grab a hold of this d-ck because the lord hath risen
split those cheeks like the great schism

three days straight bustin’ a nut
hey jesus are you coming down here or what?
cream on her face and i’m deep in her gut
god doesn’t see yer stick in her b-tt

[outro]
there ain’t no easter eggs
there ain’t no easter eggs
you all know, when we dead
there ain’t no easter eggs

there ain’t no easter eggs
there ain’t no easter eggs
you all know, when we dead
there ain’t no easter eggs

- the bible boys

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