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That’s right toss your bible, you won’t need it for survival

We’re the heathens kicking reason to the pagans standing idle

Propaganda shit is viral, idiotic suicidal

So I guess we gotta come and wrap this shit out like a tidal

No bridal, I fuck cause I can

I refuse to take orders from invisible men

Oh you say being gay wasn't part of his plan?

Then why the fuck he give little girls the parts of a man?

(I’m just saying)


So you don’t girls that’s alright you’re gay

But you don’t like men, alright OK

So you join the priesthood kinda hide away

They find you with lil' Chucky watching Child’s Play

It’s ya boy Syqnys, you know I’m as sick as

Christopher Hitchens’ esophagus is

I mean was

That’s not a diss to Hitch

You got it twisted if you thinking that’s what this is

This is a vicious and a little malicious

Diss to religious ignorance so get this

Jehovah's witness and his holy scriptures

Off my porch before I go and roast this witless

Kid and Mormon missionaries

Cork it with ya

Little Joseph Smith and his little bogus visions

Yeah coke’s delicious

It’s a hell of a drug

Now tell your wife to put the soap to dishes

And sow my britches

Come on man, Michael Vick didn't even have this many dopey bitches

I hope you get this

There’s no forgiveness

For the pope he gives his

Cardinals permission

To grope some kids man

It’s so seditious

But I hope the pope goes to the pokey with his little silly hat

Can an atheist really rap

Can atheist people actually really be feeling that

Can a hillbilly really eat a philly that’s filled with cats? huh?

Did that make more sense than your silly ass

They say the world was created in seven days

That's a weak story. Get it, a "week story"?

Come on Grey, can’t you be stopping the beat for me

Every time I say something dope

Grey: “Here, sorry”

They say there’s no atheists in foxholes

They must have never heard of Greydon in the Army


Please pardon the A.D. part three

Artsy emcee solving equations in Farsi

To Bob Marley’s catalogue

The world never ended you had it wrong

Kids of the 5th Babylon

Sending you and your cattle on

Mastodon stomp every single track I'm on

I have the form to destroy any rapper who face me

You hate me and it's war? Fine go get the A team

Oh you want to save me

It’s only the same thing

Christian, Muslim, Jew, all on the same team

...A mad tradition of the last prediction

That’s indicative of the fear, manipulation, and ass-kissing

That results in cash sent in

That they used to escape taxes with

In the pews spitting sacrilege

I'm from the system where the bastards live

Taught the people how to challenge the machine and now they’re activists

Sure as Kobe scores, there will be a holy war

Declared in some godly name while someone’s asking "show me more?"

...They wonder where all hip hop artists went

Cause ya’ll often spit softer than Kenny Lofton hits

Define all of this, my hypothesis is

I rose from Apocalypse’s sarcophagus pissed

....GU logo on the rocket ship

With everyone watching it knowing stopping it is sheer preposterous


My rhymes are toxic when they get exposed to oxygen

And probably responsible for the death of a lot of men

And most acknowledge the folly of taking shots at him

Or acting disrespectful and risking a mad leviathan

See your philosophy doesn't mean a lot to me

Cause two times out of three it was used to excuse atrocities

Another prophecy equals another failure

Another priest reaching for little kids genitalia

Oh, so now you’re offended? You say you repented?

Claim a message from a god, but I think you pretended

Besides, your god’s arms are much too short to try to box with mine

So stop lying trying to claim he inspired your rhyme

We don’t believe you, you're needing more people

Enough to stuff the church till it burst the church steeple

(plus) you lack intelligence, your gospel is irrelevant

Sit inside your sermon and heckle you for the hell of it

How many times you’re gonna let them fill your mind with fear

With end world prophecy and obviously we still here

No zombie apocalypse ain't tumbled down on top of us

And all that Mayan calendars stuff is just so preposterous

Go grab a slice of life and while you’re at it grab it twice

And ignore the bullshit that you’re hearing would be the best advice

Those dudes are charlatans … it’s time to make examples

Of traveling shit salesmen with mouths full of samples


Come acknowledge the liberation in the right hand of science

You can ditch the holy books found on the nightstands of tyrants

I'm not impressed with cupcake critics and false skeptics

Kirk Cameron, Lee Strobel, William Lane Craig apologetics

Seriously insufficient and it clearly shows

Unless you peer review seeing Jesus in your Cheerios

I feel for those who know it's true and still oppose

Inner dilemma like Euthyphro living on fools gold

I got your god in my sentences with a lower case "G"

With an "S" in parenthesis to honor polytheistic liberties

It goes beyond that, psychics and palm readers

Astrology charts topping the list of con artists trying to cheat us

Thick in the mix is every one of your leaders

And the only one I can respect is comical Buddy Jesus

Taking moral high ground in support of wrongful action

I see now the irony touche' Wonka caption

Maintain your freedom to practice remain peaceful

But fuck religious freedom if it's only to enslave people

I pinpoint it as the suspect and the culprit

And let Bruce Almighty shit on that pseudo scientific bullshit


This is so raw

The atheist roll call

So watch us get it open like crowbars

'Cos even a little jab'll give 'em a broke jaw

We go hard

And make their little leap of faith look like a pole vault

A battering ram we jam against oak doors

Stand planted with cannons

Approach ya'll

We're famished

But on a roll with some cole slaw

Word to the pope

We're 'bout to give them our own good news: Tom Brokaw

They call us interlopers

But I've never been as focused

'Bout to jam my penny loafers

In their colon 'til I kick the Stouffer's

Science is sexy; I belong on a pin-up poster

These religious nuts pop up like toast or some mini-gophers

You think there's any hope at all? Lose the foolish pride

Drop the holy books, and pick up some Grand Unified

Look at things through your human eyes

(not the crazy ones). Get off the losing side

I'll leave 'em stir-fried: Moo Goo Gai Pan/ You know who I am

Rhymes make live bands

Skip beats like, "God-damn!"

And I'm still tryin'a pick which person to murk

'cos beating me's Dawkins using his last words to convert

So if there is a god, he's surely depressed

That all these atheists

Are certainly blessed

Never stop for air; I take circular breaths

And when I step off the stage all the curtains are wet

From the perspiration. I'll flood the fucking Earth with my sweat

Go make an ark for that

Or go and make the seas part in half

Anything to validate or prove the way your martyr acts

'Til then, I'll be causing heart attacks

On any garbage rapper

With a harder act

An artist'll get carved in half

And for all of ya'll predicting the rapture:

Ya'll get on my last nerve

Pulling us backwards

Alright then, I guess I'm done killing stuff

My apologies, Greydon. That's been building up


I think it's easy to believe in a lie

Some people are high

And looking for a reason to die

I'm not concerned with a being in the sky

I'm not concerned with anything

That falls apart when my reasons applied

I don't believe in anything except my people and I

And the truth with a proof when repeated and tried

I believe some people are evil inside

& their guilt makes 'em go and find a steeple to hide

It's 2013, we need to decide religion is dead;

Too many innocent people have died

It's over. All of us are waking up

It's obvious they made it up

To politic and make a buck

Stealing lands, execution of the infidel

Self prophesied evolution of a living hell

I found happiness and everything I did myself

Y'all can say or prayer or throw a penny down the wishing well it's over 

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