Chorus:

They hear me flowin, they hatin

They hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty
tryna catch me rhymin dirty
tryna catch me ryhmin dirty

tryna catch me ryhmin
tryna catch me rhymin dirty
My music's so loud, I'm singin

they hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty
wanna catch me rhymin dirty
wanna catch me rhymin dirty

wanna catch me ryhmin
wanna catch me rhymin dirty


Preacher Pat and man
you know he's lost it
can't get a grip

on the handle of his closet
he won't come out
just runs his mouth like a faucet

until these dimwits
give him a whip to floss with
I'm droppin a statement

across the nation
it'd be bossin
if his face went across the pavement

I'm bout to blow up, it's awesome aint it
like a !@#$ $#&@in tossed grenade kid
Imma floss like I robbed

his offering plate kid
I'm about to put a stop
to this talk of faith

Stephen Hawkins and Dawkins
are droppin weight
more argument than you can contemplate

I'm havin Pat Robertson robbed and shanked
gauzed and taped, shot in the face
and locked away in a coffin case

then tossed away
in a hole in the middle of Zimbebawe
Pat is a mother$#&@in basket case

spends too much time $#&@in raggin gays
like he's on the rag, needs to pass away
before I crash a mace through the back of his face

I don't want to hear another sermon, preachin now
from a man who needs a reach around
Ya I'm speakin out, I'm seekin out

means to put a 3 piece deep in his mouth

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They hear me flowin, they hatin
They hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty

tryna catch me rhymin dirty
tryna catch me ryhmin dirty
tryna catch me ryhmin

tryna catch me rhymin dirty
My music's so loud, I'm singin
they hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty

wanna catch me rhymin dirty
wanna catch me rhymin dirty
wanna catch me ryhmin

wanna catch me rhymin dirty

Jesus, speakin of a !@$)got who lurks

there's one at Westboro Baptist Church
His name is Fred Phelps, and he's actin worse
cause he wants a dick in his $$# so bad it hurts

Him and his !@$!s holdin signs
Imma drive by and Imma show you mine
then Imma roll through with couple of 9's

and put a whole through your whole crew
and two in your spine
This %#@! is about to get rediculous

conspicuous
your gonna see Fred getting quickly snuffed
I'm about hit him up
and watch this little (*##$ hit the dust
ain't no way I'm gone miss his guts

when I jab a knife with the quickest thrust
you pricks wanna just keep dickin with us
I'm gettin sick of this %#@! let me get the guns
Do us a favor, it would greatly help
if you go take your own belt and hang yourself

dangle, whatever man strangle yaself
Ain't no way I ain't the Angel of Death
So Imma leave you with a little prophecy
I'm a prodigy
You just crossed the path of a

god of speech
Now I command you to shut up
about this God you speak

Chorus:


They hear me flowin, they hatin
They hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty
tryna catch me rhymin dirty
tryna catch me ryhmin dirty
tryna catch me ryhmin

tryna catch me rhymin dirty
My music's so loud, I'm singin
they hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty
wanna catch me rhymin dirty
wanna catch me rhymin dirty
wanna catch me ryhmin
wanna catch me rhymin dirty


When I pull my gun, better thank me dearly
cause I'm bringin new meanin to the big bang theory
probably cause I wasn't thinkin clearly
but if God wanted me to stop he would drop me verily
Merrily, we go on this merry go round
if you dare to disrespect those who drowned

or few fallen soldiers we put in the ground
I'm about dump clips and put a hole in your mouth
so you bring your bible, I'll bring a rifle
and light you up brighter than an idea lightbulb
I'm a diabolical psycho, that might go
as far as to put a knife right through your eyeball
$#&@in with me, I don't recommend it

text your descendants a message and send it
the end is near, fear and comprehend it
this lyrical inception is sheer perfection
while your message is clear deception
apearin as some kind of clear direction
in the mirror you see a clear reflection
of a closeted queer who's clearly in question

all because you get an mere erection
around other men when your near or next to em
You want sex with em, in an empty room
but an exit wound is what's comin next to you

Chorus:


They hear me flowin, they hatin
They hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty
tryna catch me rhymin dirty
tryna catch me ryhmin dirty
tryna catch me ryhmin
tryna catch me rhymin dirty
My music's so loud, I'm singin
they hopin they gone catch me rhyming dirty
wanna catch me rhymin dirty
wanna catch me rhymin dirty
wanna catch me ryhmin
wanna catch me rhymin dirty