"Bless Your Heart (Fake Christians)" lyrics
How'd that cross necklace get over your horns?
You know the saying, I bet you be sweating like a whore in church
Spending too much time trying to hide behind the bible
Get in front of it, find out that Jesus was a foreigner
Virgin Mary, you would've deported her
Not before your husband found out she was a minor, he'd have ordered her
Him and his buddies woulda recorded her, transported her, extorted her and then sent her to the coroner
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
I'm pretty sure that God's annoyed of racists bringing him up
Sick of you chumps showing up to take a sip of the cup
You called the Aztecs savages but the cup, isn't it blood?
Isn't that stuff symbolic? Oh it's different, huh?
Introduction to blood sacrifice
He died so you can commit your crimes
Here's to hoping He come back to life
I can't wait to see the face on every single preachers wife
All them secrets you been keeping, tell me how you sleep at night
All them evil things you feeling don't leave 'cause you be polite
Cause deceiving and the thieving ain't concealed, it's recondite
Only a few people know
And you know why they keep it tight
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
Weaponized all of it, don't know what a proverb is, cherrypicking Bible scripts, oh my god
Arrogance, lying in the Lord's name, ain't honoring, pride leading the blind again, oh my god
You must be drunk off the blood of Christ
Or maybe you just back hitting the hooch again
Or back to cosplaying a hooligan, the grift of cross to get the dollars like what?
Now you forgot where you and your hoochie been?
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
You know the saying, I bet you be sweating like a whore in church
Spending too much time trying to hide behind the bible
Get in front of it, find out that Jesus was a foreigner
Virgin Mary, you would've deported her
Not before your husband found out she was a minor, he'd have ordered her
Him and his buddies woulda recorded her, transported her, extorted her and then sent her to the coroner
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
I'm pretty sure that God's annoyed of racists bringing him up
Sick of you chumps showing up to take a sip of the cup
You called the Aztecs savages but the cup, isn't it blood?
Isn't that stuff symbolic? Oh it's different, huh?
Introduction to blood sacrifice
He died so you can commit your crimes
Here's to hoping He come back to life
I can't wait to see the face on every single preachers wife
All them secrets you been keeping, tell me how you sleep at night
All them evil things you feeling don't leave 'cause you be polite
Cause deceiving and the thieving ain't concealed, it's recondite
Only a few people know
And you know why they keep it tight
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
Weaponized all of it, don't know what a proverb is, cherrypicking Bible scripts, oh my god
Arrogance, lying in the Lord's name, ain't honoring, pride leading the blind again, oh my god
You must be drunk off the blood of Christ
Or maybe you just back hitting the hooch again
Or back to cosplaying a hooligan, the grift of cross to get the dollars like what?
Now you forgot where you and your hoochie been?
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
You don't get to pray for me
You won't "Bless your heart" outta this one
I know that your hate runs deep
God is probably tired of getting name dropped by fake Christians
