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Knees bent, arms straight do as I say,
You'll never get to Heaven 'less you dress a certain way,
Stop that, watch this, stand up straight,
The devil knows you're reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames.
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I got a friend who never used to believe in god,
We'd smoke weed in the evening and speak a lot
And get lean at a seanic spot, what a dream but he'd preach
How its weak, and we need to stop,

Cause he see's it as being lost, but I could still smoke pot,
Be easy and keep a job, but just deeply perceived that the demon wants,
little piece of our species we need to squash. I disagree and nod,
Cause isn't Jesus god? what Christians seek, it all seems to clock,

My whole feelings of whether I believe or not,
I want reason to not what the preachers got,
I want freedom, my dreaming is seeming blocked, but he's just odd
Screaming steeple tops, hows its easy to sneak off and be your boss,

But when our breathing stops we'd all see the cost, but in a logical
Sense it seems fake and sussed, to make a fuss and give away your
Faith and [bad word]  plus I rate, laught, take [bad word]  hate and cuss,
And chase more [bad word] ladies that Satan does, I'm not aiming for

Space in the place above, its just pens to my paper as brains 
Discuss in ways that just, make my state of [bad word] flake to dust,
Now my vision is a hazy fuzz, see josh ain't wasted, he's saving bucks
Claims this way is his way of waking up, a [bad word] 

Much like the same as [bad word]  that I've blatantly taken, its strange
As [bad word]  so I patiently wait on my atheist hut, feeling flaky as [bad word] Thinking maybe its luck, is my mate going crazy or making it up,
I'm pacing with Satan and raising my [bad word]