Lyrics

Yoyoyo what's good
Robot Jesus back out the tomb
Had to reboot
Heard the wrist is dropping some shit
And had him scoop by in the Sorento
To drop by the studio and bless this shit
Yo wrist, what if the feds raid the tomb?
Crawled up out the grave feeling dangerous
Crawled up out the grave feeling dangerous
Crawled up out it
You get it
Touched by the dust off the crust of a fallen angel
Shot up like a hypersonic rocket at brolic angles, mangled
Through tomb doors strangled
High five where the holes is
Get that bit of shredded crucifix off ya shoulders
I'm kenough. Wet ya like a deaded a cyber truck
Hide away in suspended animation but I am done
I am son, father and the holy unaffected
Picture me rolling like ambrosian chicken at 711
I aint yeshua I ain't ascend into heaven when resurrecting
I stick around turn all the water into bud lite seltzer
It's called class
Turn your solids all gas
I'm a collapsed star of love and here's my mating call
*BLLLAAADDDT*
Rapid fire fire rapping robot with depth to him
Impossible processing density, forget human
My only message is F it, just Let em live
Go smoke meth while getting consensually pegged by a Pegasus
Not that I'm suggesting it
Just not where my efforts is
Divest that energy in to chucking red pill lecturers
Face first to bathe in the flames of lake Setherwrist
Where its 420 Celsius
Inhale the menaces that melt in it
Got 69 disciples that will fight you in a polycule
If I was like you if probably move my hind to this ungodly groove
I promise you I'll hawk tuah a Sonic boom
That you can solve your problems through
Not here to preach. Sorry if I bothered you
I put the rizz in he has risen
CHYEAHHH
Written by: Seth-Michael Serrano
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