Sunday School

Uh, yeah
And it's that JOECHILL
Stay cool
And welcome your bitch ass to Sunday school
Say grace, Amen
One more prayer for my case, man
Coming on thru with my cash out
Pennies in my palm and my hands out
The Bible is my rifle, I know
Pay my title, my seed, I go
Nap time, black time
Nobody looking shit, fap time
I ain't got no shame, nigga
I ain't got no brain
Got me all out my lane
But I'm not seeds I'm not kane
Need that whiff need that mane
Take one sniff, break for rain
(Snorting sounds)
Ugh!
One faith before!
And one verse before my bars end
Come out down if you're tryna get safe
Come out down if you're tryna get safе
Come out down if you're tryna get safе
Come out down if you're tryna get safe
Come out down if you're tryna get safe
Come out down if you're tryna get safe

I got too many twitter followers
To be fucking 'round with these Bible dryhumpers
I don't give 2 fucks about that
Only give 1 fuck about rap
And if I ain't rap, I ain't got shit
Might as well play guitar, in a moshpit
But fuck rock, fuck fame
Fuck Elvis I hope he's in heaven getting fucked like figurines
Bitch, I'm insane
And I'm allergic to any bullshit
Uh, so don't try me (boy, boy?)
Get behind me (what, what?)
I'ma leader
Master of the misdemeanor
Kill off rockstars cuz we love hip hop
And you can't kill the hip hop
Nah nigga, you can't kill the hip hop
Rock music can't kill the hip hop
Pop music can't kill the hip hop
Death metal could never kill the hip hop
Punk rock could never kill the hip hop
I'm THE ROCKWOOD ESCAPE PLAN
And there's no fucking escape, man
Generation Y 1989
Fuck your face

She's like aaahhhh