Lyrics:
Worship Brass

to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up and melt Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass

Yesterday, I was just a boy In times of youthful hero worship My kind have been molded By images on the screen Brought up to emulate the big guns Another

be on the run We don't need to be on the run We are gonna worship the sun On the run Its no fun See the space between our heads Copper fields and brass

than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts paint it black men women children as well if you don?t worship

Yesterday When I was just a boy In times of youthful hero worship My kind have been molded by images on the screen Brought up to emulate the big Guns

than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts paint it black men women children as well if you don?t worship

trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up and melt Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass

world game (The hit after) The three headed raptor, is after You hear the HemisFear trinity raps rap to you Babylon fires Cause thou shalt not worship

trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up and melt Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass