Sick Religion

[Intro: Dirty Dike & Dr. Skuff] Hit religion Dirty Dike Mr. J rap, Dr. Skuff SMB, what Smoke my beef It's the D.O.C I tell you man we don't like trees We all fall down just don't mind me [Hook: Dr Skuff & Dirty Dike] x2 Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say You'll never get to Heaven 'less you dress a certain way Stop that, watch this, stand up straight The devil knows you're reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames [Verse 1: Dirty Dike] I got a friend who never used to believe in god We'd smoke weed in the evening and speak a lot And get lean at a scenic spot, what a dream But he'd preach how he's weak and we need to stop Cause he see's it as being lost, but I could still smoke pot Be easy and keep a job But Josh deeply perceived that the demon wants A little piece of our species we need to squash I disagree and nod Cause isn't Jesus god? What Christians seek, it all seems to clock My whole feelings of whether I believe or not I want reason to not, what the preachers got? I want freedom, my dreaming is seeming blocked But he's just odd, screaming from steeple tops How it's easy to sneak off and be your boss But when our breathing stops we'd all see the cost But in a logical sense it seems fake and suss To make a fuss and give away your faith and trust Plus I rate, lust, take drugs, hate and cuss And chase more fucking ladies that Satan does I'm not aiming for space in the place above It's just pen to my paper as brains discuss in ways that just Make my state of trust flake to dust Now my vision is a hazy fuzz See Josh ain't wasted, he's saving bucks Claims this way is his way of waking up, a nature rush Much like the same as drugs, that I've blatantly taken It's strange as fuck! So I patiently wait in my atheist hut Feeling flaky as fuck, thinking maybe its luck Is my mate going crazy or making it up? I'm pacing with Satan and raising my trust [Hook] x2