the mark of the beast

Singer:bass santana

he was like

all i have to

all you have to do is donate this amount of money to the church and i'll send you a prayer card and it'll heal whatever sickness you have. and my grandmother

being a strong religious woman

you feel me? she sent this money for the prayer card and nothing ever happened

ya know? she never got healed. nothing magically came and touched her

fuck a priest

ain't no finding peace

demons put me sleep

jesus weep in the fucking deep

looking for the beast

tryna teach how to stay awoke

practice what you preach

niggas weak

they can't tell me shit

look before you reach

i'm with bass

he been tryna manage

he been on his own

losing faith in this fucking planet

i can't call it home

losing faith in what they call love

i just stay alone

losing faith

i need fucking drugs

that's why i stay stoned

i ain't afraid to go to hell 'cause i'm in hell

clean the murder scene

locate the shelves

either suck my dick or she gon' pay the bill

no subpeona on me

i would never tell

back serving licks bitch

i'm out here

black on black

no violence it's the outfit

pussy ain't good if you can't see the imprint

i was fucking bitches way back in detention

i ain't gon' run up no talks with you

but i could catch you slippin'

lost inside the sauce

you niggas drowning i'm just drippin'

slavery never died

no they just started making prisons

and my fucking vote don't matter

we not a part of they vision

i ain't with it

fuck a priest

ain't no finding peace

demons put me sleep

jesus weep in the fucking deep

looking for the beast

tryna teach how to stay awoke

practice what you preach

niggas weak

they can't tell me shit

look before you reach

fuck a priest

ain't no finding peace

demons put me sleep

jesus weep in the fucking deep

looking for the beast

tryna teach how to stay awoke

practice what you preach

niggas weak

they can't tell me shit

look before you reach

jumped off the porch

switchblade in my sweater

press bass the god

no bitch you know better

pick up that stick

throw hands

you call suffer

pick up that stick

throw hands

i'll knock your bitch ass out

fuck this corporate system that we living in

we'll never win

ain't no freedom when you live in sin

but fuck we won't repent

tell your white savior he can suck it

i don't give a damn

tell a white bitch that she can bust it for me and my friends

i would never trust in love again

i'm a damaged man

lost in my frustration and depression

it won't fucking end

fuck a priest

that's right at your feet

this is what i preach

they telling lies

listen to my speech

this is what i preach

the life we live took a to burn it in

but this is rage burning in your face

make you feel the pain

the outsiders

dark riders

the forgotten

the world's dying

our future crying

don't know the truth

don't know what's true

i lose my head

i lose my mind

i ain't scared to die

i ain't scared to die

i ain't scared to die