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Yeah! I Think It's Time We Need To Flip Some Tables Overthrow This Country We Are Able I Follow The Real Jesus I Don't Care About Your Fables If We Need To Turn From Sin Then Why Is Being Cradled? (Why?) And If Perhaps You Turn To Him That's Why You're Being Labeled That's An Extreme We The Cream Of The Crop Call Us The Remnant Yeah We The Type Of Christians That Purge Start With The Senate All These Elites Started Beef But Jesus Gonna End It God's People Want Belife And There's Only One Way To Cleanse It But Tyson, We Need To Be Nice Thought You Were Christian As They Taking All Your Rights Just Stand By And I'll Be Different Jesus Coming Back And Trust Me He Ain't Gon Be Playful (Naah) Until I Hear The Trumpet Blow I'm Flipping Over Tables I Am In The Mood To Flip Some Tables People Think I'm Rude Don't Give A Hoot About Your Labels Jesus Got The Whips I Think Our Country Needs The Cables Get On The Front Line You Know I'm Dyin' To Flip Some Tables I Am In The Mood To Flip Some Tables People Think I'm Rude Don't Give A Hoot About Your Labels Jesus Got The Whips I Think Our Country Needs The Cables Get On The Front Line You Know I'm Dyin' To Flip Some Tables Yeah, Slip Through Out The Side Damn Devil, You Can Never Crush My Crown This Holy Dirt You're Trying To Step On You Can't Touch My Ground I Eat Your Lunch You Tried To Touch Me Imma Punch Die Down I'm Too Rowdy I Say It Loudly You Can't Hush My Sound Let's Get The Whips A Lot Of These Past Just Pimps The Hearts Are Far Away But The Honor Me With The Lips They Do It For The Money They Do It For The Chips But I Don't Think It's Funny Where's The Table I Could Flip I'll Never Calm Down Miss Me With That Fake Love It's On There This That Righteous Anger On A Banger I Will Not Bow He Gonna Toss The Devil In The Furnace That's A Grand Lake Jesus Coming Back And He Gonna Flip Y'all Like A Pancake I Am In The Mood To Flip Some Tables People Think I'm Rude Don't Give A Hoot About Your Labels Jesus Got The Whips I Think Our Country Needs The Cables Get On The Front Line You Know I'm Dyin' To Flip Some Tables I Am In The Mood To Flip Some Tables People Think I'm Rude Don't Give A Hoot About Your Labels Jesus Got The Whips I Think Our Country Needs The Cables Get On The Front Line You Know I'm Dyin' To Flip Some Tables
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