Tombstone Da Deadman - 2013 Atheist Dreadnought lyrics

[Verse 1: Lady Assa**in] That's right toss your bible, you won't need it for survival We're the heathens kicking reason to the pagans standing idle Propaganda sh** is viral, idiotic suicidal So I guess we gotta come and wrap this sh** out like a tidal No bridal, I f** cause I can I refuse to take orders from invisible men Oh you say being gay wasn't part of his plan? Then why the f** he give little girls the parts of a man? (I'm just saying) [Verse 2: Syqnys] So you don't girls that's alright you're gay But you don't like men, alright OK So you join the priesthood kinda hide away They find you with lil' Chucky watching Child's Play It's ya boy Syqnys, you know I'm as sick as Christopher Hitchens' esophagus is I mean was That's not a diss to Hitch You got it twisted if you thinking that's what this is This is a vicious and a little malicious Diss to religious ignorance so get this Jehovah's witness and his holy scriptures Off my porch before I go and roast this witless Kid and Mormon missionaries Cork it with ya Little Joseph Smith and his little bogus visions Yeah coke's delicious It's a hell of a drug Now tell your wife to put the soap to dishes And sow my britches Come on man, Michael Vick didn't even have this many dopey b**hes I hope you get this There's no forgiveness For the pope he gives his Cardinals permission To grope some kids man It's so seditious But I hope the pope goes to the pokey with his little silly hat Can an atheist really rap Can atheist people actually really be feeling that Can a hillbilly really eat a philly that's filled with cats? huh? Did that make more sense than your silly a** They say the world was created in seven days That's a weak story. Get it, a "week story"? Come on Grey, can't you be stopping the beat for me Every time I say something dope Grey: “Here, sorry” They say there's no atheists in foxholes They must have never heard of Greydon in the Army [Verse 3: Greydon Square] Please pardon the A.D. part three Artsy emcee solving equations in Farsi To Bob Marley's catalogue The world never ended you had it wrong Kids of the 5th Babylon Sending you and your cattle on Mastodon stomp every single track I'm on I have the form to destroy any rapper who face me You hate me and it's war? Fine go get the A team Oh you want to save me It's only the same thing Christian, m**m, Jew, all on the same team ...A mad tradition of the last prediction That's indicative of the fear, manipulation, and a**-kissing That results in cash sent in That they used to escape taxes with In the pews spitting sacrilege I'm from the system where the ba*tards live Taught the people how to challenge the machine and now they're activists Sure as Kobe scores, there will be a holy war Declared in some godly name while someone's asking "show me more?" ...They wonder where all hip hop artists went Cause ya'll often spit softer than Kenny Lofton hits Define all of this, my hypothesis is I rose from Apocalypse's sarcophagus pissed ....GU logo on the rocket ship With everyone watching it knowing stopping it is sheer preposterous [Verse 4: Tombstone] My rhymes are toxic when they get exposed to oxygen And probably responsible for the d**h of a lot of men And most acknowledge the folly of taking shots at him Or acting disrespectful and risking a mad leviathan See your philosophy doesn't mean a lot to me Cause two times out of three it was used to excuse atrocities Another prophecy equals another failure Another priest reaching for little kids genitalia Oh, so now you're offended? You say you repented? Claim a message from a god, but I think you pretended Besides, your god's arms are much too short to try to box with mine So stop lying trying to claim he inspired your rhyme We don't believe you, you're needing more people Enough to stuff the church till it burst the church steeple (plus) you lack intelligence, your gospel is irrelevant Sit inside your sermon and heckle you for the hell of it How many times you're gonna let them fill your mind with fear With end world prophecy and obviously we still here No zombie apocalypse ain't tumbled down on top of us And all that Mayan calendars stuff is just so preposterous Go grab a slice of life and while you're at it grab it twice And ignore the bullsh** that you're hearing would be the best advice Those dudes are charlatans … it's time to make examples Of traveling sh** salesmen with mouths full of samples [Verse 5: Johnny Hoax] Come acknowledge the liberation in the right hand of science You can ditch the holy books found on the nightstands of tyrants I'm not impressed with cupcake critics and false skeptics Kirk Cameron, Lee Strobel, William Lane Craig apologetics Seriously insufficient and it clearly shows Unless you peer review seeing Jesus in your Cheerios I feel for those who know it's true and still oppose Inner dilemma like Euthyphro living on fools gold I got your god in my sentences with a lower case "G" With an "S" in parenthesis to honor polytheistic liberties It goes beyond that, psychics and palm readers Astrology charts topping the list of con artists trying to cheat us Thick in the mix is every one of your leaders And the only one I can respect is comical Buddy Jesus Taking moral high ground in support of wrongful action I see now the irony touche' Wonka caption Maintain your freedom to practice remain peaceful But f** religious freedom if it's only to enslave people I pinpoint it as the suspect and the culprit And let Bruce Almighty sh** on that pseudo scientific bullsh** [Verse 6: Gripp] This is so raw The atheist roll call So watch us get it open like crowbars 'Cos even a little jab'll give 'em a broke jaw We go hard And make their little leap of faith look like a pole vault A battering ram we jam against oak doors Stand planted with cannons Approach ya'll We're famished But on a roll with some cole slaw Word to the pope We're 'bout to give them our own good news: Tom Brokaw They call us interlopers But I've never been as focused 'Bout to jam my penny loafers In their colon 'til I kick the Stouffer's Science is s**y; I belong on a pin-up poster These religious nuts pop up like toast or some mini-gophers You think there's any hope at all? Lose the foolish pride Drop the holy books, and pick up some Grand Unified Look at things through your human eyes (not the crazy ones). Get off the losing side I'll leave 'em stir-fried: Moo Goo Gai Pan/ You know who I am Rhymes make live bands Skip beats like, "God-damn!" And I'm still tryin'a pick which person to murk 'cos beating me's Dawkins using his last words to convert So if there is a god, he's surely depressed That all these atheists Are certainly blessed Never stop for air; I take circular breaths And when I step off the stage all the curtains are wet From the perspiration. I'll flood the f**ing Earth with my sweat Go make an ark for that Or go and make the seas part in half Anything to validate or prove the way your martyr acts 'Til then, I'll be causing heart attacks On any garbage rapper With a harder act An artist'll get carved in half And for all of ya'll predicting the rapture: Ya'll get on my last nerve Pulling us backwards Alright then, I guess I'm done k**ing stuff My apologies, Greydon. That's been building up [Verse 7: Task Rok] I think it's easy to believe in a lie Some people are high And looking for a reason to die I'm not concerned with a being in the sky I'm not concerned with anything That falls apart when my reasons applied I don't believe in anything except my people and I And the truth with a proof when repeated and tried I believe some people are evil inside & their guilt makes 'em go and find a steeple to hide It's 2013, we need to decide religion is dead; Too many innocent people have died It's over. All of us are waking up It's obvious they made it up To politic and make a buck Stealing lands, execution of the infidel Self prophesied evolution of a living hell I found happiness and everything I did myself Y'all can say or prayer or throw a penny down the wishing well it's over