Somebody get the seasoning
Put in some of the reasoning,
My enemies that are need me;
They need me to survive but they
Feed off me like cake at birthdays
Anybody that tried J.R.
Ended up off the earth’s radar
Try me you wouldn’t like the taste I’ve
Spit me out ‘cause I wouldn’t blame you
It’s about to explode, who cares?
Not a soul of this earth listens
To this; their earbuds are blaring
Falling to hell no wonder schools
Stopped preaching the Gospel to kids
Soon, the world may know what’s right but
They’ll follow Satan down to hell
They’ll do anything to party
All night and all day, dropping dead
They’ll talk to your headstone knowing
Sin took over and I’ll be there
Over your casket looking you
In the eyes and say I warned you
When you lift your eyes in Hellfire
You’ll know I’m mourning your lost soul
But I hope you find hope
Where hope lies the most:
In your hands!
