Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

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

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

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

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

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