[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Picture, you've grown up in the holy lands of the Middle East, your entire life dedicated to religion. You don't know the wild lawlessness of the western world, only the peaceful ways of your God
[Verse 1: Violent J]
You're happy, there's only a smile on your face
Nobody carries weapons, guns, shanks, or mace (nothing!)
No heroin or crack, homeless vets, or street gangs
No trench coat weirdos showing kids how they meat hangs (nope!)
Picture this, no cigarettes, shitty cancer burgers
No public massacres or titty dancer murders (none!)
Random bones, abandoned homes full of squatters
No breaking in, taking, raping your daughters
Picture this, no runaways, no kids having kids
Twelve-year-old meth heads dead or doing life bids
No preachers slipping roofies to children at Bible study
No wives with secret lives, slutty, fucking your buddy (no more!)
No gambling, liquor stores on every block
Homeless hobos in flocks, trying to score them some rocks (get off!)
No hookers' health spas and human sex slave trafficking
No devil at large and what that master brings
Picture this, five times a day, everyone around you
Is on their knees, kneeling, and the feeling surrounds you
Everyone succumbing to the faith that summons you
Next to the King, everything else is number two
In unison, all together now, its heaven's bow
They all proud, man, woman, and child
If a different belief than yours makes you wanna laugh
Picture Noah catching two bears, seals, and giraffes, bitch (ha ha!)
Picture being gay a sin, Adam and Steve
I laughed so loud in church, they fucking had me leave
It's all [?] and makes sense, if you was taught and raised, you'll have it
Even if your family tree bought slaves
Picture, you've grown up in the holy lands of the Middle East, your entire life dedicated to religion. You don't know the wild lawlessness of the western world, only the peaceful ways of your God
[Verse 1: Violent J]
You're happy, there's only a smile on your face
Nobody carries weapons, guns, shanks, or mace (nothing!)
No heroin or crack, homeless vets, or street gangs
No trench coat weirdos showing kids how they meat hangs (nope!)
Picture this, no cigarettes, shitty cancer burgers
No public massacres or titty dancer murders (none!)
Random bones, abandoned homes full of squatters
No breaking in, taking, raping your daughters
Picture this, no runaways, no kids having kids
Twelve-year-old meth heads dead or doing life bids
No preachers slipping roofies to children at Bible study
No wives with secret lives, slutty, fucking your buddy (no more!)
No gambling, liquor stores on every block
Homeless hobos in flocks, trying to score them some rocks (get off!)
No hookers' health spas and human sex slave trafficking
No devil at large and what that master brings
Picture this, five times a day, everyone around you
Is on their knees, kneeling, and the feeling surrounds you
Everyone succumbing to the faith that summons you
Next to the King, everything else is number two
In unison, all together now, its heaven's bow
They all proud, man, woman, and child
If a different belief than yours makes you wanna laugh
Picture Noah catching two bears, seals, and giraffes, bitch (ha ha!)
Picture being gay a sin, Adam and Steve
I laughed so loud in church, they fucking had me leave
It's all [?] and makes sense, if you was taught and raised, you'll have it
Even if your family tree bought slaves
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