Hit religion
Dirty Dike
Mr. J rap, Dr. Skuff
SMB, what
Smoke my beef
It's the D.O.C
I tell you man we don't like trees
We all fall down just don't mind me

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
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

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 scenic spot, what a dream
But he'd preach how he's 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 Josh deeply perceived that the demon wants
A 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 from steeple tops
How it's 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 suss
To make a fuss and give away your faith and trust
Plus I rate, lust, take drugs, hate and cuss
And chase more fucking ladies that Satan does
I'm not aiming for space in the place above
It's just pen to my paper as brains discuss in ways that just
Make my state of trust 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 nature rush
Much like the same as drugs, that I've blatantly taken
It's strange as fuck!
So I patiently wait in my atheist hut
Feeling flaky as fuck, thinking maybe its luck
Is my mate going crazy or making it up?
I'm pacing with Satan and raising my trust

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
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

Welcome to the yow of the tower of babel
Using intuition superstition do what town says to
Follow traditions and missions where your a towns fables
Pray to the heavens and settlements