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church lyrics – sean price

big word halitosis
multiple scoliosis
doctor kill, giving the rap dosage
postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
distributed through out the hood, m-th-f-cka, what’s good?
exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting
f-ck it, now i’m forced to box
you got 22 tattoos, you 2pac
you tattoo much, touch like 2pac, dude, that sucks
smack saliva, out the side of ya face
i ain’t trying to be rude
but dude, you fruit, so i gotta make grace
(jesus price has all the time)
yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya’ll n-gg-s is foul
f-ck it, sean’ll shoot two from the line
two for the nine, i leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock
these n-gg-s ain’t ready for war, let ’em know
rookies
ain’t ready for r-t-rdation
in it’s realest form in rap, this street car racing
rebellious, rederic
heat start blazing

after that, i seen caucasians, in the streets all taping sh-t up
they could be trying to piece ya faces back together
you keep on playing,
yeah, the loudmouf choir, luger lifting your name
the word-a-matician, magician,
david blaine on your chain
oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
you wearing suits and a towel on your head
and eating soup with the noodles and eggs
ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
you scared to fire, banging your face through ya jeep window
get ya window shot up, in a residential area
and left, f-ck a ocean and
sea-ment you
this time it’s the princ-p-lity, punk
you a point to prove, put the pistol back, you’se a punk
push your sh-t all the way off, a producer para-loser
yeah, p-ssy, that’s you, chump
all that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
you get your -ss beat, baddily, gradilly, p, alkatraz
beast master
see all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne
nappy piece to be praying for ya n-gg-s
while i’m getting my vulture on, preying on ya’ll b-tches
(ruck, rock, ruck n roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
yeah that’s how i got my bronx b-tch, she breakdance and
bomb trains
the fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread
asking you car banger, and she go all way
she gone, go where i say, she know where ya’ll stay, suckas

yeah, ya’ll n-gg-s ‘ready to die’, blast the sket
and then you realize, ain’t no f-cking ‘life after death’
smash your chest with a f-cking medicine ball
you think you nice, but i’m better than ya’ll
listen, tommy tee on the beat, loudmouf is the choir
heltah skeltah on they job, and you f-ckas is fired
the fire supplier, forget your squad
n-gg-, i’m dope like the t-ts on oz, get your nod off

- sean price