JESUSCHRIST SUPERSTAR

(Oh) uh, bless me, Father 'Cause I'm pretty sure that this is about to be a sin Jesus Christ Superstar, son of God Son of a bitch, whatcha want? (What you want?) Jesus Christ Superstar, son of God Son of a bitch, whatcha want? (Jesus Christ, uh) Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ (yeah) Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Christ (I feel like a superstar), Jesus Christ (you know) (Okay, I got) Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ (I could fight the mess-) Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Christ (I think I could fight) (Okay) Jesus, Jesus (okay), Jesus, Jesus I think I could fight the Messiah Fighting fire with firefighters I think I lost sight of desire Eyelids wide open with the pliers I think I got blood on my glovebox I think I should run 'til my lungs stop I think I have fun when that gun pops I keep cash in my lunchbox Jesus Christ superstar (superstar), son of God Son of a bitch, whatcha want? (What the fuck?) I think I got blood on my glovebox I think I should run 'til my lungs stop I think I have fun when that gun pops I keep cash in my lunchbox I got body parts in my freezer Couple of hearts and a femur Coffee black with no creamеr Psychopath like I'm screaming I could laugh for no reason Eyеs roll back like a demon All goes black, I don't see yea Heart's elastic, no Sia She orgasms on key, I Sold my soul like no Kia Burner phone like Nokia Wouldn't wanna see ya Wouldn't wanna be ya Wouldn't wanna (brr, brr) onomatopoeia Hacé mucho frío, spitting gringo lingo on the single Imma keep it simple 'fore you ma'fuckers get ideas You running like Adidas I'll write your ass a verse And then I'll show you where the beat is I made it like I'm Yeezus I'm crazier than he is I'll take your ass to church And show you what they're calling me it's (Jesus) Jesus Christ Superstar, son of God Son of a bitch, whatcha want? (What the fuck?) Jesus Christ Superstar, son of God Son of a bitch, whatcha (whatcha), whatcha (whatcha want? Fuck it) Jesus Christ (superstar, son of God) (Son of a bitch, whatcha want?)