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ohmygod - dgb effect lyrics

[intro]
ohmygod
i swear to god i know
the worlds f*cked i’m just speeding it up

[hook]
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it
i don’t believe in your god you can’t replace me
and even if you hate me you’re sick of me can’t get rid of me
i don’t believe it at all you can’t change me
and even if you’re sick of this sh*t you keep on cl!cking this sh*t
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it

[verse 1]
i may be ill but the voices made me k!ll her
and rape the babysitter then stab her with safety scissors
this ain’t a safe place you’re bound to get date raped
and then found in the great lakes in a thousand and eight days
street riots and i’m out there like a fool lootin
with three signs standin cheerin for a school shootin
infect sickness and k!ll your whole family at their next picnic
the best witness is my next victim
take gas and pour it all over your back porch
then rape your ass and record it
and then play it in fast forward
this raw written sh*ts frost bitten
i’m skull ripping ima lost vision on bomb missions to star systems
i spit flows that change up and distract hoes with impact holes
and shang tsung kidnap souls
i split backbones and cross em tic tac toe
and skip past all those soundcloud riff raff clones so
[hook]
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it
i don’t believe in your god you can’t replace me
and even if you hate me you’re sick of me can’t get rid of me
i don’t believe it at all you can’t change me
and even if you’re sick of this sh*t you keep on cl!cking this sh*t
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it

[verse 2]
i’m an alien special a tasmanian devil
to stab straight with the metal
and crash planes into temples
my brains racing i just dropped a bomb on 8 places
i’m watching it all burn to the ground from the sp*ce station
a rich surgeon that sips bourbon and gets nervous
i’m a sick person that’s disturbed like tim burton
at my next recording i’m collecting organs and sn*tching jordan’s and wrap you in plastic like dexter morgan
so mask up get fast jumped with brass knucks
then stab stuck and your ass stuffed in a trash truck
i’m walking the distance and this thoughtful existence and awful addiction has boiled down to multiple prescriptions
i smoke bowls and spin and hope no one comes in
to this mobile home that i’m in while i’m poking holes in my skin
now the doors locked you’re trapped in a horror plot
and this wh0re thots about to get f*cked with a floor mop cause
[hook]
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it
i don’t believe in your god you can’t replace me
and even if you hate me you’re sick of me can’t get rid of me
i don’t believe it at all you can’t change me
and even if you’re sick of this sh*t you keep on cl!cking this sh*t
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it

[verse 3]
listen your flag waves in a system of trapped slaves
and you’re living in bat caves while they’re digging your mass graves
i’m out like prison break i’ll drown you in crystal lake
they found you and split your frame with a pound of live grenades
so when you see me it ain’t nothing to test
i’ll have your baby mother screaming when i come for your neck
and you know sleep is the cousin of death that’ll leave you six feet bleeding from your stomach and chest
i appear to be off my meds i’m hearing talkin feds in my ears
and i’m coughing red and i’m fearing the walking dead
it’s over plan b i’m choking a man squeezing his throat till he can’t breathe in a stampede of fans screamin
smoke pot and i’ll take her home to the spot
and i’m f*cking naomi watts with a bottle of rolling rock
i’ll quick end it and stomp out her face in mid sentence
till my fists dent in and my wrist bend in where her cl*t ended
[hook]
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it
i don’t believe in your god you can’t replace me
and even if you hate me you’re sick of me can’t get rid of me
i don’t believe it at all you can’t change me
and even if you’re sick of this sh*t you keep on cl!cking this sh*t
i don’t believe in your god you can’t blame me
the sh*t you people follows ridiculous and i’m sick of it

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