Your faith is misplaced
If it is not in yourself
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
If you think that makes me evil, well, I'm telling you it does not
I've been doing right by my demons, I really don't ask a lot
If I ain't got home in heaven, then I'm headin' where it's hot
You'll never see me in the pews, I ain't ever been to church
All I know is pew pew pew, 'cause you know that I been putting in the work
And I mean excorcizing, despite my size I can raise a little bit of hell
Call this over the top, but you know I don't stop, when I'm raging, I'm rainin' shells
I am the Mini-Slayer, but this ain't a mini-fight
Must've been the Argent energy that brought these bones to life
Don't you touch my Bunny, 'cause that ain't funny, in my blood does hatred seethe
But I always say, I can fight while I play long as I got faith in me, c'mon!
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
Don't look at me like I'm evil, 'cause I promise that I'm not
I've been doing right by my demons, now I'm gonna shoot my shot
When there ain't no room in heaven, then I'm headin' where it's hot
So what if I'm a little crazy, now you're watchin' me go mad
Wouldn't call it ableist language, 'cause I'm literally seein' red
They said I should go to anger management, I wonder what the fuck is that?
'Cause it ain't my temper, the blade I've tempered will separate you from your head
Ladies say that I'm the cutest, not that I give a good goddamn
Batteries are not included, running on the hate in my veins, I am
I can't get a grip of my emotions, that's never really gone so well
You know I don't care that the fight is fair when my tagline's Fight Like Hell
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
If you think that makes me evil, well, I'm telling you it does not
I've been doing right by my demons, whoever said I'm cute - I'm not
If I ain't got home in heaven, then I'm headin' where it's hot
The power of imagination is something I can not ignore
Everybody needs a break from hell, perhaps this is a metaphor
I work hard, and I play hard, but I wonder what could be the meta' for?
You know when boys play with their toys, they're getting prepared for war
Demons come from everywhere, any shape and size
Vacant are their empty stares unlike my fiery eyes
They took everything from me, they're messing with my mind
But when they get inside my head, they won't like what they find
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
So what if you think I'm evil, doesn't matter 'cause I'm not
I've been doing right by my demons through every fight I've fought
If I ain't got home in heaven, then I'm headin' where it's hot
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