Killing 2 Birds with 22 Stones (feat. MUNKY)

Hey kids, let's go to church! No more false idols Revolt revolt revolt No more false idols For we are the ones, they are afraid Remain in the earth Dirt filling' up my hearse When I die, bury me like 10 more feet beneath So if I come back from the dead I'll be trapped and you'll get to keep the peace Leave me be or just please leave me deceased Screaming I want to be free and released! Screaming I want to be free of defeat! Lace up my cleats and I fucking retreat I really could use some more of that sleep But I'll sleep when I'm dead in a bed with the tags on my feet At least let me wear my FTP's The evidence right next to me Chalk outline The rest we'll see He's dead so let's just let him be Release the fucking doves and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking dove And I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Release the fucking doves And I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves And I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Riding on the Northside, yeah, the far side Hit the 7th ward Might get frost bite On the day I die, leave me be in the sunlight Let the vultures feast on what's left of mine Almost lost my mind But let me come back down to earth This the year of my rebirth Pop right back out of a hearse Right before I hit the dirt Watch me burn What's left of me then watch the crows burst Ain't no church in the wild But my church six feet in the dirt Release the fucking doves And I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves And I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Release the fucking doves And I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves And I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die