What Would Jesus Do

[Intro]
Bady! Bady! Bady!

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Run up on a motherfuck, no doubt that nine
Millimeter hollow tip, no love
For anybody, leave 'em bloody, stuff that barrel
In a bullet hole and then I shove
Deep like I'm sodomizing someone's mother
Though I would rather have her suck my dick
When finally it all will catch up to me
Your family can catch a fuckin' brick
Crack to the back of their heads, they go down fast
Like your daughter when I bought her lunch
Blackout without my fuckin' meds, can't slow down
Doctors can advocate and know so much
Oh, I touch motherfuckers' hearts like they got touched by the dirty men
Hate so much, better play your cards right to be spared when I'm hurting them

[Chorus: SCUM]
Yo what would Jesus do? They did not expect that shit from me
So when my life is through then I pay for all this blasphemy
But until the day I'm struck by the lightning, slaughtered like a lamb
I'ma still not give a fuck entertaining those that I also damn
Jesus loves you but I don't, rather watch you suffer
Jesus loves her but I don't, I would rather snuff her
Jesus loves him but I don't, rather see his blood spill
Jesus loved them, then he died, meanwhile I am alive still

[Bridge]
Sadness, loneliness, and anxiety are normal feelings that everyone has experienced. But when our dark emotional state begins to cause physical symptoms and lasts for long periods of time, it can dramatically affect our everyday behavior and inhibit us from leading normal, healthy lives. Despite the social stigma associated with it, major depressive disorder is surprisingly common. Studies show that thirteen percent of the global population will suffer from depression at some point in their lives

[Verse 2: SCUM]
This is not the time and the place to try somebody like me
Knowin' that you might end up zipped in a bag and it is a fact (*Zip*)
Now there is a Nine in your face, I don't know who you think you might be
But it won't mean shit to a hollow tip, when it hits you, brains go splat (*Bang*)
On the motherfuckin' wall, abstract creations, back in the day it would be art galore
All it is nowadays is a decoration of a sick crime scene, a bunch of random gore
I know for sure that I'ma burn eternal, suffering sweet and I will not forgive
But unlike Christ, I won't let them murder me with no fight so they be coming with

[Bridge: SCUM]
From the front to the back, ain't nobody coming back when the box is shut
From the back to the front, you will know it for a fact that our life's a cunt
From the front to the back, they ain't wantin' you to win for yourself do well
From the back to the front, everybody full of sin on the way to Hell
From the front to the back, ain't nobody coming back when the box is shut
From the back to the front, you will know it for a fact that our life's a cunt
From the front to the back, they ain't wantin' you to win for yourself do well
From the back to the front, everybody full of sin on the way to Hell

[Chorus: SCUM]
Yo what would Jesus do? They did not expect that shit from me
So when my life is through then I pay for all this blasphemy
But until the day I'm struck by the lightning, slaughtered like a lamb
I'ma still not give a fuck entertaining those that I also damn
Jesus loves you but I don't, rather watch you suffer
Jesus loves her but I don't, I would rather snuff her
Jesus loves him but I don't, rather see his blood spill
Jesus loved them, then he died, meanwhile I am alive still