Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

All the at the Sunday masses,
with the mass's massive asses,
Classes pass as as molasses.
reading glasses.
Read a bit of Leviticus.
All the kids are a little too for this.
All the nod in agreement -
"I think I can vaguely see he meant."
It's too in the morning glory
To read another story,
The father, reads a bit farther,
the assured that they need not bother
"when God, in verse 45, the slaves are okay to buy,
He that people, all from the start
Each have slaves within hearts.
Things, that we have sold or boughten, that are to pick our moral cotton
God calls us to set these free, our hearts from slavery...
And then as God goes on to the logistics of buying and selling slaves..."

In the back, I sit and I nod to the beats that are from my iPod
My god, they're starting to
And the music I can hear them say
"dear God, dear Lord, dear muscular man with a beard or a sword.
Dear good all-seeing being, my way or the Yahweh.
The anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving faggot hater,
I'd like to thank your holy might for me both rich and white
And though this is your day of rest, I to you with one request
There's so much pain this steeple,
Wars and drugs and people.
Sadness, there should be joy, hate and rape and soulja boy.
A world in darkness needs your light, so I'm sure your schedule's pretty
But my dog had leg surgery if you could fix that first...

Debra fingers in a holy place, "hail Mary full of grace."

Obama, could you pass some to the pope
I know a couple dude's who elope
See the pope said, "nope" so the bros cope.
(The bros can grope but the bros cope)
been in love, they've been addicted
Who said they shouldn't? did.
Cause in the holy land of the Lord he's the landlord and dicks are evicted.
Cause you can be a Benedict if you've been a under Benedict but
You can't have Benedicts because only one pope and only one dick
What? a on a pope is
Just like a soap on a rope cause
Pointless, unless in prison, throw up Bibles, Christ has risen.
Hallelujah, now it's men,
Because the ratio is 1 to 10.
at the eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation
Jesus wasn't the messiah, get back I'm a and I'm on fire
It was Oedipus, and holy nights
The holy Christ.
I'm a blasphemah post-Katrina cruising the marina. on a crusade to aids
And FEMA
You're too late, we're fucked we don't ya.

Amen. In the of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Head, shoulders, and toes
Turn up nose, strike that pose.
HEY MACARENA!