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Bride

Genres: Rock

Jesus In Me Lyrics - Bride

No body's getting in, nobodies getting' out 

We got a live bomb and were going to blow the house 

AK-47 thanks be to Kalashnikov 

Bang, bang bang and were going to get off 

Ghetto bird be flying heat wave to bail out 

somebody get the bank cause the berries round about 

One last blast then we'll gauge hardcore 

Everybody lights out like a Nyquil score 

We going to knuckle up cause the Jakes bring war 

Cause the wrecking crew come knock'n down the door 

Following the cloud for foo foo stuff 

It ain't no secret we be headin' for a bust 

Whose that humming upon my blindside 

better drop the sack chaser only there for the ride 

Somebody getting' killed from that sewer in her vein 

She was a thirst monster now she's gothic insane 

 

How can I reveal Jesus livin in me? 

How can I reveal? 

 

Can't take another dusting cause the egg is going to crack 

Devil's got dandruff got her nose to the grind 

She's in the boneyard with the dead presidents 

Somebody get a shovel and find out where she went 

If she's with the funky drummer we need an exorcist 

GTA---MPV Alpine bliss. 

She says OH Sweet Jesus don't need no Holy Oil 

Been a bumrush dreamer while taking her stroll 

Her author babysat with a B-40 lit. 

Show and prove no grease couldn't scrap a lick 

I know the the PJ's the plats and the plays 

cause I met'm in Sweden right behind the stage 

63 Impala speckled for explosion 

Dippin' to the get off house, three wheel motion 

Top Fuel buck 50 with a finger on the trigger 

Hop on the side of the free world grave diggers 

 

How can I reveal Jesus livin in me? 

How can I reveal? 

 

Kick Artist jump the knocker nothing but a shife 

He ain't no trill he just quacking bout a knife 

junkie give me just a minute to make a long story short 

Widow makers zeroed at the basketball court 

No body had been capped no body had been killed 

And in the end there was no blood spilled 

Chillin' with the clique got the mad hops jaming 

Psychin' out the gangstas with the base line slamin 

Who is that punk with the three point shot? 

It's the reverend from the church sultan of swish and swat 

He had come correct he was reel to reel 

He had been redrum in his past life devil 

Now he be preachin' to get men saved 

The Word stopped the game they begin to pray 

Down on their knees at the half court line 

They accepted Jesus for they ran out of time 

 

How can I reveal Jesus livin in me? 

How can I reveal? 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me 

 

He didn't die for me, 

He died as me