Shoot The Messengers - scum

Sitting around the fucking house killing the fucking time

Smoking on herb and sipping on Bourbon writing this fucking rhyme

Knock at the door but nobody’s expected so I might have to pick up

My forty-four, cock it then to unlock it, ready to light someone up

Dude at my door who the fuck is this faggot, some dealer shit

He better have a good reason for knocking or he’s about to get hit

Holding a bible and smelling retarded asking if I have been saved

Fool, I’mma bury you under my driveway that is about to get paved

Punk motherfucker you preaching a sucker why would you knock on my door

Drug him inside of the house with the quickness threw him face down on the floor

Picked up the cutters he yelled that we’re brothers, thought that our parents

had sex

Ripped out his tongue, stuffed his mouth with the Bible, that’s when I picked

up the axe

Chop there goes the leg uh

Chop there goes the arm

Where’s your God cause if he’s with you how can I do you harm

All that you did was deliver a message, now you’ll be wondering, «Why?»

You ended up in the hands of a psycho tortured and destined to die

(Hook)

Shoot the messengers

Stab the messengers

Burn the messenger

Don’t be asking why

Hang the messengers

Drown the messengers

Tell your God he can holla at me after I fuckin' die

(Hook) X2

Downtown with my homies mobbin' down the block

Passing out flyers to possible buyers aimed to offend and to shock

Fools runnin' up with some gay yellow banners, banners that read, «Jesus Saves»

Bet if they knew how I felt on the subject they would start digging they graves

Had the nerve to get to shoving Bibles in my grill

So I yelled out «Fuck your savior» cause that’s how I feel

Walked outside a kosher deli trying to get away

All I wanted was some bacon wanted it right away

But the motherfuckers told me they don’t serve no swine

Cause they God does not allow it, but they God ain’t mine

So I got to fucking tripping and they threw me out

But tonight I’ll burn this deli down without a doubt

Walking away motherfucking frustrated 'bout to go catch me a bus

But at the bus stop I ran into Muslims, talkin' 'bout murdering us

Talkin' explosions and how we deserve 'em for what we did in the East

Pulled out my heat and proceeded to serve 'em, cause they’ve awoken the beast

(Hook) X2

Early morning channel surfin, I was up all night

Drinkin' smokin', trippin' mushrooms, and that shit was tight

But it’s 06:00 AM on Sunday, and I’m coming down

And there’s nothing really popping nowhere in D-Town

Got the remote and I’m flipping through channels, watching these faggots get

paid

Churches and pastors, and other fake bastards callin' on viewers for aid

Asking to dial 1−800-GOJ-ESUS, or 1−800-LOV-EGOD

Wanting it all, Mastercards and the Visa, trying to get to your wad

One of 'em said if I don’t give donations, I will be burning in hell

Caught as they’re slipping outside of the station, but all I left was a shell

There is no love, hate 'em all with a passion, cause they corrupting our kids

Feel satisfaction that’s caused by my action, watching as one of 'em bleeds

Fuck what they asking, don’t send 'em no money, don’t send your kids to they

schools

Or they’ll be fighting' a holy war later, cause they be brainwashing fools

Modern religion is organized bullshit, it’s all a scam and a fraud

Murder the ones delivering a message, claiming it’s sent by their God

(Hook) X2