"Sunday School" lyrics

Yeah, uh, and this that Joe Chill, stay cool
And welcome your bitch ass to Sunday School
Say "Grace, amen", one more prayer for my case, man
Comin' on through, with the cash out
Pennies in my palm, and my hands out
The Bible is my rifle, I know
Pay my tats and my seat, I go
Nap time, black time, nobody lookin', shit, fap time
I ain't got no shame, nigga, I ain't got no brain
They got me all out my lane, but I got seeds, I got 'caine
Keep that wooly out my way
Take one sniff, break on rain, uh!
And one verse from a bar said
"Come on down if you tryna get safe"
(Come on down if you tryna get safe)
Come on down if you tryna get safe
(Come on down if you tryna get safe)
Come on down if you tryna get safe
(Come on down if you tryna get safe)
I got too many Twitter followers
To be fuckin' 'round with these Bible dry-humpers
I don't give two fucks about that
Only give one fuck 'bout rap
And if I don't rap, I ain't got shit
Might as well play guitar, in a moshpit
But fuck rap, fuck fame
Fuck Elvis, I hope he's in heaven, gettin' fucked like [?]
Bitch, I'm insane, and I'm allergic to any bullshit, uh
So don't try me, boy (Boy)
Get behind me, boy (Boy)
I'm a leader (Leader), master of the misdemeanor (Boom!)
Kill off rockstars, 'cause we love hip-hop
And you can't kill the hip-hop, yeah (No!)

Nah nigga, you can't kill the hip-hop
Rock music can't kill the hip-hop (Uh)
Pop music can't kill the hip-hop (Ooh)
Death metal can never kill the hip-hop (Uh)
Punk rock can never kill the hip-hop
I'm The Rockwood Escape Plan (Yeah), and there's no fuckin' escape, man (Uh)
Generation Y, 1989, fuck your face