Godless Wrath (Godless & Godless Fuckin’ Wrath)

Lyrics

White customs off, famous clients, Hilary Duff Pad is enough, to get touched inside of the Hate Riots Space pilots like Balky in True Romance Explodin' kilos in back of scores and awarded for pole dancers Angels froze, saw me in the Nine Challenger with the black stripes Sunkist orange, bitch, I'mma marry ya Blessed to HaShem, mlitary study the so far County and 38's to customs minus the crowbar My Hebrew coven, keep the brown bags in the oven Fuck rap, I got Farragut Road, I serve the public I Eli Porter, I spaz, my grimace says I'm runnin' shit There ain't no underground, just pussy and actors Fake militants, in gimmicks that be closin' your chapter Ralph Avenue, faggot, you could catch me by the Milky Way Coppin' Dutches and Eddie, you can catch me by the Milky Way Gore and Calig, exmortis blow off your wig Hit your fitted 26 times to see if you live Single head, seen Eno's, I don't get down You in the back of the Belt Parkway, head not found