Kid Dre - Contemplation Lyrics

I'm supposed to be the leader of my life
I'm de railing having sex with the pastors wife
Pastors dead left his head on the bedspread
Laughing while I stuff his f*cking body in a toolshed
Skip right back to the crib for cinnamon toast crunch
Then put on some Asa Akira to bust my best nut
Clean myself same routine it's not a big deal
Then I lay in bed looking up wondering if god's real
This the type of questions niggas don't want you to ask
So every time I doubted god momma whoop my ass
And every time I saw Jesus on a TV screen
I would always ask "momma why don't Jesus look like me?"
Open your eyes nigga throw off that disguise nigga
These niggas so toxic like youtube f*cking replies nigga
Momma tells me Jesus is the way to get saved
I rather get hung by the white man than get enslaved
VCR'S burnt cigars right on my nightstand
I pray to me myself and I only before I crash-land
ASS in my left hand pastors throat in my right hand
Cuz he said Imma demon so I slapped him with my backhand
Don't look at this and then hold it against me
Cuz your momma can't stomach the thought of your name on a white tee
And my momma can't stomach the thought of me being bisexual
She'll say it's just a phase and that it's f*cking up my mental
I'm climbing up the biggest ladder
Thicker than the brain matter
Trapped inside my noggin pull out the gun let that shit splatter
While I'm slapping all the crackers
Use a rusty spanish dagger
Then I box it up then wrap it up ya moms favorite rapper
Not the right state of matter
Living Breathing Disaster
Pockets broke MC Hammer
Run ya over with a tractor
Choking like the f*cking packers
I'm living for myself only I'm my own f*ckin master