Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine
Straight from the doldrums to this wonderful thing called rap
I bring the only artistic expression on this face of the sorry planet that ever mattered to me
So, let out your pitchforks and fictionary stories
No matter how powerless they are, they are welcomed here
Thank you very much
Uh, I just gotta fix my headphones
Check, there we go
Yeah, uh

I told my family no makin' it to my crucifixion
I told my granny the sentence is I should do the dishes
I told my daddy my favorite place is the devil wake
I told my mama that hell encases a perfect place
So this is my response when the pray the gay
They paint me as Leatherface, zany and maniaco
Endlessly matriarcho, my enemy's patriarch
And I'm an angry feminist terrorist
And they label me scary
Ask anybody, they will tell you I sold my soul upon the cross wolf in a dungeon war
So I mourn the occult, 'cause the Lord that you all know
Paints me as evil, it's bad that we both know
Deuteronomy 22, chapter five says
"A man shall not wear women's clothes"
I'm reading this with a dress on
I'm kind of like Jesus, I'm teflon
I'm a blonde in the major
The god transgender
And if any man of the Lord tries to use violence to challenge me
I swear to the gay gods that watch over me
I will eat your face
I am not terrified by your diatribes and exorcisms
'Cause any attempts will allow me to stare at your God in his face
And tell him that he's not welcome here
I'm strong, I'm powerful
Black fuckin' Sailor Moon, yeah
Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine