Jonestown (feat. Eric Biddines & Strange U)

Is this microphone workin'?

Okay

We're gathered here today before almighty God

To bear witness, the divine ministry

Of none other than our personal savior and redeemer

His collection plate runneth over with the righteousness of our Lord

Our spiritual leader, Reverend Brim Stone

The cult leader approached the mic for religious sermon

Followers pledged their lives

A man know the whereabouts of that missing person

Any place of worship

I will simply commandeer for my business purpose

I establish churches

Offer access to God, a specific service

I need a couple high-profile Hollywood stars to submit their earnings

The villagers build a whicker man

In the wilderness for ritualistic burnings

Peddle fear for all nations

I've got the Gospel translations in many different versions

I can exorcise your demons

Be redeemed of all your sins and your sick perversions

(I exorcise the demons)

So please allow me to present my doctrine

Once in a lifetime offer on what I'm literally offering, a sacrificial offering

Read the small print, from all of my disciples

I demand a donation of offspring

Suicide Kool-Aid, make you taste the concoction

Take your place in the coffin

(To the promised land)

I should hold my brain

A whole lot of brain

Can't hold in my pain

I was ashamed

If all is fall on me

I hope, maintain

It's like my back against the wall

I can't satisfy all

The L. Ron, hells to bells when the L's gone

It felt strong channeling Damien Hellstrom

Hardly handsome, more in common with a ghastly phantom

Elaine Burton want the corpse, like I'm Charlie Manson

Tell the welder, fires of Hell swelter melt ya

A harbinger of death, helter skelter

Divine smash, multiple concubines in a stash

David Koresh in the flesh, it's raining ash

Occult reader, witnessin' sinister paragon

A cult leader, uh, minister Farrakhan, salaam

Apocalypse swag swung in action

I simply move the date along when it doesn't happen

Sixty percent of your checks to cop the fuckin' mansion

Bled your souls in a cup and then I fuckin' drank 'em

Twenty psalms, twenty daughters and another hatchling

Brainwashin' 'em all, 'cause I'm a lovin' captain

I'm bored of this shit, you got me talkin' business

I caught a message from God, I'm 'bout to torch your village

(The fires of redemption)

I should hold my brain

A whole lot of brain

Can't hold in my pain

I was ashamed

If all is fall on me

I hope I maintain

It's like my back against the wall

I can't satisfy all

That is strength, boy

That is power

The strength and power of flesh

What is steal compared to the hand that wields it?

Look at the strength in your body

The desire in your heart

I gave you this strength

Such a waste

Contemplate this on the tree of woe

Crucify him