"Shit For Brains" as written by and Raymond Watts....
Sitting in my box
I'm waiting for you
I peep through the slits and I feel myself
Breathing tight
I'm getting hard
But it's nice and dark for the things that I do
I sweat in my cassock
When I hear you words
Tell your sins to me I will absolve thee

I run a peep show beat
Where I can beat my meat
When I see your dressing
I get to messing

Shit for brains, piss in my pants
I rape and contain the whole human race
I'm your heavenly host, the Holy Ghost
The hand of god and the stick of saints
I'm a man who's sick, but I got class
I'm going to Heaven with my lickin' ass
Shit for brains, piss in my pants
I rape and contain my catholic domain

Sticks and stones break my bones
Your words just crucify me
Heaven up above has a glorious God
I'd really rather have you right where I want
Right on the front full of my gunk
I slide up behind Heaven in my mind
In my dreams I always whipped you
Then I stripped you
I ripped you down to my scripture

Shit for brains, piss in my pants
I rape and contain the whole human race
I'm your heavenly host, the Holy Ghost
The hand of god and the stick of saints
I'm a man who's sick, but I got class
I'm going to Heaven 'cause I'm lickin' ass
Shit for brains, piss in my pants
I rape and contain my catholic domain


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