Iddy biddy

Now, okay I'm back up take the four five six
Hang me upside down like a? Crucifix
Alright I lied I'm on the borrow.
Bub, I bet you cut yourself, I bet you cut yourself for the feeling.

Why cant I sing for the little bddy baby?
Wouldn't be surprised if no one thinks there's a pig? In there
Me and crowley coming over got my sledge hammer
Just stand aside and just play dead

One twenty on the tick is where it began
Two twenty, twenty seven people walked to the canyon
Just only for the experience and pray for delivery
If you feel like crying Jesus fucked up too much to the head.
I'm sorry mahatma was a racist wreck
Bojaxhiu was a cunty bitch
She had to blow it up the four oh
Oh I bet you cut yourself, I bet you cut yourself

Why cant I sing for the little iddy baby?
Wouldn't be surprised if no one thinks there's a pig? In there
Me and crowley coming over got my sledge hammer.
Just stand aside and just play dead.

"To a day confined to fast and fires
Of this eternal blazing must not be
Mark me, I will
My hour has almost come
Thy knotted and combined locks the part
I am thy fathers spirit.
With I eyes as sulfurous tormenting flames"

Why cant I sing for the little biddy baby?
Wouldn't be surprised if no one thinks there's a pig? In there
Me and crowley coming over got my sledge hammer.
Just stand aside and just play dead.

Why cant I sing for the little biddy baby?
Why cant I sing for the little biddy baby?
Why cant I sing for the little biddy baby?
I stand aside and just play dead.
Don't need the thoughts inside your head
Its almost fear trying to look like hell