Bxstxrd

BXSTXRD

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The Preacher's son is a bxstxrd
Saturday night, he's getting plastered
Sunday morning, he's getting pastored
But he just sits there with a dead stare
Nothing soaks in, Unbelief unspoken
and he's going to hell faster and faster
every day and as much as his father prays
He's still a bxstxrd

He impregnated the cutest girl in school
By following his interpretation of the golden rule
What started with a simple bat of the eyes
Now ends in something getting baptised and circumcised
What started from a knock,knock, knock on the door ends with her knocked up
It was out of wed lock, lock, lock, it seems this time he really fxxked up

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Ya he's the damned
The unholy son of Sam
He's the antichrist or might as well be
He's the congregations biggest enemy

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