Baby Jee and the 3 Stalkers
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Of the ingrate false wives who drinks the wine
Someone harvested his summertime
Off to sip the juice straight from the vine
And to pluck the fruit from the vine
But to conceal nothing's knave in kind
We paid in bundle and gutted blind
And so the trap is set, the son of Seth
Was slithering down like a barge
God was just another bitch
Born and bred upon the ill-well of some
Religion's side, like a sign in the sky
Abijah, the three stalkers in the night
They came, they saw, they conquered all
The shit of lies, the mud and straw
God damned it all to this infant scorn
Now it's high time to enslave them all
But since he got away scot-free with all the crap
We know in fact that the child eats the skin of fescue
Not for fame nor famine they concocted plans
They all did it for a laugh
So call it a name, whatever you will
They all blamed the ass when the donkey was killed
Now the flesh of the land, the Lord of God
Is a Bible pale pasting upon
A belly full of wrath
Concocted off the mouth
Of a super-silent calf
Abijah, the three stalkers in the night
Came, saw, conquered all
The waste of lies and mud and straw
And damn the deeds of the silent
Seeking servants of the scorn
It should have been the best plan no one ever had
But in the land of sand where Arabs run mad
This tale was over to taste of works to come
We, the slaughter, are smarter
Brick by brick to build the order
A ghost from the past
A son, a father, and a cast
The birth of a new age born from rape
If I've ever been by the clicking of my thumbs
Something wicked are talking back this way
God!
Beware the flying star, shine for when it roams
The stronger, the medicine I'm not alone
Well, to a child raised by an old vicious tome
In a damp hole of a home
So sully the name, whatever you will
Who can blame the ass who remains a lie still?
And after all, he should have been
No divorce a demon proves to be real
Abijah, the three stalkers learned too well to tell
That nothing's in the well
And a foe keeps twisting words you say
Into prayers gone astray
Someone harvested his summertime
Off to sip the juice straight from the vine
And to pluck the fruit from the vine
But to conceal nothing's knave in kind
We paid in bundle and gutted blind
And so the trap is set, the son of Seth
Was slithering down like a barge
God was just another bitch
Born and bred upon the ill-well of some
Religion's side, like a sign in the sky
Abijah, the three stalkers in the night
They came, they saw, they conquered all
The shit of lies, the mud and straw
God damned it all to this infant scorn
Now it's high time to enslave them all
But since he got away scot-free with all the crap
We know in fact that the child eats the skin of fescue
Not for fame nor famine they concocted plans
They all did it for a laugh
So call it a name, whatever you will
They all blamed the ass when the donkey was killed
Now the flesh of the land, the Lord of God
Is a Bible pale pasting upon
A belly full of wrath
Concocted off the mouth
Of a super-silent calf
Abijah, the three stalkers in the night
Came, saw, conquered all
The waste of lies and mud and straw
And damn the deeds of the silent
Seeking servants of the scorn
It should have been the best plan no one ever had
But in the land of sand where Arabs run mad
This tale was over to taste of works to come
We, the slaughter, are smarter
Brick by brick to build the order
A ghost from the past
A son, a father, and a cast
The birth of a new age born from rape
If I've ever been by the clicking of my thumbs
Something wicked are talking back this way
God!
Beware the flying star, shine for when it roams
The stronger, the medicine I'm not alone
Well, to a child raised by an old vicious tome
In a damp hole of a home
So sully the name, whatever you will
Who can blame the ass who remains a lie still?
And after all, he should have been
No divorce a demon proves to be real
Abijah, the three stalkers learned too well to tell
That nothing's in the well
And a foe keeps twisting words you say
Into prayers gone astray