Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

All the at the Sunday masses,
with the mass's massive asses,
Classes as fast as molasses.
Ceremonial glasses.
Read a bit of Leviticus.
All the are a little too little for this.
All the parents nod in -
"I I can vaguely see what he meant."
too early in the morning glory
To read allegory story,
The father, reads a bit farther,
Assuring the that they need not bother
"when God, in 45, said the slaves are okay to buy,
He meant that people, all from the
Each have slaves their hearts.
Things, that we have or boughten, that are forced to pick our moral cotton
God calls us to set these free, free our hearts slavery...
And then as God goes on to explain the of buying and selling slaves..."

In the back, I sit and I nod to the beats are bumpin' from my iPod
My god, they're starting to
And over the music I can them say
"dear God, dear Lord, dear vague muscular man with a or a sword.
Dear all-seeing being, my way or the highway Yahweh.
The blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving 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
so much pain beyond 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 tight
But my dog just had leg surgery if you fix that first...

Debra Messing's fingers in a holy place, "hail Mary of grace."

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

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