Spxctacle of Devth

After going through a divorce, he felt lost and was looking for a spiritual path

They intrigued me in a way that was like nothing else

Yeah! Ayy!

Come on down and crucify us in the hood with all our people round

For your sins, we don't mind dying, build the cross and nail us down

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

I put that burner up on my back, and for the cult, we could run that back

And ain't nobody wanna get it with a creature before my people to peel my shit back

Hit 'em with a big MAC-11, ain't nobody go to heaven but they looking real like a big fan

Bitch I'm the man, nail in hand, bleeding out in front of this Count

Pick the people running up and stab me just to make the time go quicker

Take a picture with me and my folks, The Lord of The Flies

And The King in Yellow hang in tandem and we die

Crown of thorns on our head, bloody tears in our eyes

But they tears of pride, watch the crowd multiply

As we look around, and they shout our lyrics to the sky

I'm bleeding out, it be sounding like a lullaby

On our way, I'll be coming back in a week's time, bitch

Come on down and crucify us in the hood with all our people round

For your sins, we don't mind dying, build the cross and nail us down

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

We are one, we are Him, we're just separated

We resurrect in a hood full of death and hatred

Call us Moses, use a stick to part the Red Sea

Raise the mop and chop his head in half, you seen that red beam?

You will never see the Devth Gxwd creepin' deep in the pit and resurrect these demons

Here to make you question that shit you believe in

Stigmata show up on our heads, we bleedin'

Forty counts of holy water on us, we some martyrs

Let the police crucify us, think you dropped our people's torches

Nail us up in front of the corner store where the homies be

Resurrect inside a tricked-out hearse, who tryna roll with me?

I wear my rosary exactly how it's 'posed to be

Saint Peter noticed me, I bleed out on upholstery

Come on down and crucify us in the hood with all our people round

For your sins, we don't mind dying, build the cross and nail us down

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

Crucify us in the front of the liquor store! (Nail us down!)

This is a godsend, I mean this is-this is the answer to everything