Bathsheba (Redux) Lyrics

Pedal to the heavy metal

Metal shavings in my cerebellum

Bloody guitars from steel toe steppers

In new true religions

I hate bad religions

Stitches in my slit wrist

These sycophants full of shit

Brain dead on arrival

Cardiac arrest

Ripping pages out the bible

Told the pastor save your breath

You fucking with a real bad boy now

You fucking real bad boy

Pinocchios tried to kill that boy

Pinocchios tried to kill that boy

Trying to seal the deal with my black blood

How the fuck you speck me just to show love

And pay tithes for a love that I never had

I'm on E

Hell no nigga fuck that

I'm on E

Hell no nigga fuck that

Okay if I give you ten percent

You gone give me twenty back right

Back right

Back right

Back right

If I give you thirty

Will you make me rich by thirty

Yeah right

Yeah right

Yeah right

Yeah right

Okay fixing to turn up

Trippy nigga with a double cup

I'm finna turn up

Rip the labels off and listen up

Hit me back in ten days

I'll be on a binge pray for me

I'm still spiritual

But organized religion aren't for me

Give my ghost to God

Deliver me from Deuteronomy

In this economy

I don't need no devils up under me

Molding sounds to gold

My philosopher stone like alchemy

Ignorance is bliss

But knowledge weighs on my autonomy

I'm on E

Hell no nigga fuck that

I'm on E

Hell no nigga fuck that

I'm on E

Hell no nigga fuck that

Look I'm sorry but nigga fuck that

If I give you ten percent

You gone make me rich right

Rich right

Rich right

Rich right no

If I give you thirty

Will you make me rich by thirty

Yeah right

Yeah right

Yeah right

Yeah right right

Trying to do what's right

Bathsheba in my mother fucking bed room

I believed her when she said she needed leg room

Stretch your legs while you give me head

Her Cinderella attitude so revealing

Don't need no glass slippers

We on a glass ceiling

You promise not to get so hung up

On these premonitions

I'm trying to live inside the moment

Not your intuition

Immortalized in peach moccasins

I got trauma like Otama

Theres no promises

Quit watching the news

Same prerogatives

Brass knuckles hardly subtle

Wear this shiner bitch

From the ruble with the zombies

Need my carcasses

Gnawing on the bones of these goddesses

Sith Lord got no time for you novices

Dalai Lama shit

On my Dalai Lama shit

Pedal to the heavy metal

Metal shavings in my cerebellum

Bloody guitars from steel toe steppers

In new true religions

I hate bad religions

Stitches in my slit wrist

Stitches in my slit wrist

Brain dead on arrival

Cardiac arrest

Ripping pages out the bible

Told the pastor save your breath