Goretex
Gone With The Pope
"Heal this man. Heal this sinner. Forgive him for his transgressions, as you have forgiven me for mine."

Coming out a k-hole, I raid homes
Pull the mule out, spray off cans
Go in your crib, I'll stove in your ribs
Go for the kids face down, DeFeo fam
I rape both, deceased, crush thru the yeast, mayo jam
Come to the show in a Winnebago, from the Waco ranch
In my skies rainbow slant
Acid heads keep the raincoat stand
If I may go, the head Madonna
The head I take home, to braid gold strands
One hotel, two groupies
Lace bones, I train both scads
I'm the red devil who bathed where the angels swam
DeSalvo, hands clamped
Shut a lamp off, limp as a damp cloth
Put a body in the attic, like Heather Grahams corpse
Roll the black moss
My whole coven branch off
AK's, Glocks, Nitrous balloons, goons with mops
Like a shag dog, in trench coats
Getting crack soft, all with a strapped charge
Arms and feet veins infected with track marks

No I'm not gonna go
?????, feeds my palm of coke
This is the gospel on dope
John Phillips drop at the show
I'm gone with the pope

Funeral home rap shit
Dissolve holy water and crushed Opioid fragments
Hold down the cabin with automatics
Rice sacks, anarchy flags and flack jackets
Send half lizard suits and cabinets
Fertilizer bombs with the care package
Sicilian bull, take down the alpha and bare back it
Fuck a scare tactic
I'll stab your face another air passage
This 30 magnum will clear the air static
Point blank to your forehead and leave your hair ashes
Trench coat, and spare ratchets
Hit hoes, never off bare ass it
But in my wonderland the hair's fastest