Bride Jesus In Me Lyrics

Fist Full of Bees Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Too Tired
  • 2 White House
  • 3 Beginning of the End - Intro
  • 4 Beginning of the End
  • 5 Dog the Nine
  • 6 God
  • 7 Bitter End
  • 8 War
  • 9 Never Thought About
  • 10 Soul Winner
  • 11 Jesus In Me
  • 12 California Sunshine
  • 13 Rollin'
  • 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?

    Get down for me,
    He died as me

    Get down for me,
    He died as me

    Get down for me,
    He died as me

    Get down for me,
    He died as me

    Get down for me,
    He died as me

    Get down for me,
    He died as me

    Get down for me,
    He died as me

    Get down for me,
    He died as me
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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