Yeah, Holy Father
Yeah, Holy Father
There is no God, only me and you
The truth is you're lost, not the chosen few
Your chosen view is merely an overview
An excuse not to do things you were never meant to do
So take my hand and take a stand
Betray the ones who abandoned you and
Breathe in, breathe out as your bodies weep
Breathe in, breathe out as we cull the weak
We plant the seeds and the bounties we reap
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see as you
Get lost in the nothingness
Your hollow mind is a place of rest
Laid plans and put you to test
Not personal, no, it's just business
Get lost in the nothingness
Your hollow mind is a place for me to rest
Laid plans and put you to test
It's not personal, no, just business
I'm the soul reaper deserving of Godhood
Clark Kent style if he got good
Ambition unmatched, I just want it enough
So I feature my plans and you gobble it up
I'm all business
Nothing for the gobbledygook
You're not built to fight with the God in me, bruh
You're all ass, like an orgy of Sodomy, huh
It's my plan, you ain't gonna be stopping me
Run circles around you like bike pedals
My metal, matches my meddle, so you best not meddle
Cause when my shit settles, I'm taking my L out the plot
Make it all dark, pot like kettles
I don't make them villains
I just show the ones who got left behind
The way to thrive
In the state of mind, and try to help em make it right
And when imprisoned in the night
When you need someone to fight
Who's the one you go to to show you the light me
Get lost in the nothingness
Your hollow mind is a place of rest
Laid plans and put you to test
Not personal, no, it's just business
Get lost in the nothingness
Your hollow mind is a place for me to rest
Laid plans and put you to test
It's not personal, no, just business