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Alan Moulder - The Ritual Lyrics

[Intro]
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mack truck
Bad luck, fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas, I promise leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mack truck
Bad luck, fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas, I promise leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mack truck
Bad luck, fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas, I promise leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mack truck
Bad luck, fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas, I promise leave a corpse in the furnace

[Verse 1]
Nigga what, I'm complicated down to my strut
Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a puck
And I'm tickling the trigger, make it laugh from its gut
You would think I'm a comedian the way it erupts
Nigga what, I represent the ashes and dust
All that soot up in ya chimney got ya stuck in a rut
You can fire, hold your fire, son, I'm smoking' you up
You can withhold your desires, even Buddha got snuffed
Nigga now, I'm standing on the corner of wow
Exclamations pointed at me cause I'm gettin' these nouns
Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown
Cause I am nigga, I am
Nigga please, the earth, the air, the fire, and the seas
Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease
All that shit you never thought of got ya smokin' them trees
At your front door with my sawed off, got you snortin' them keys
Nigga what, but I ain't gonna knock, open up
When it's time to meet your maker, ain't no changing the plot
You're an actor in the series, nigga, I own the lot
And I'm here to serve these royalties like gold in a pot
[Bridge]
Callin' haves and have-nots
Callin' haves and have-nots
Callin' haves and have-nots
Callin' haves and have-nots
Callin' haves and have-nots
Callin' haves and have-nots
Callin' haves and have-nots
Callin' haves and have-nots

[Chorus]
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need

[Verse 2]
God and pussy, objects of desire and ill repute
Some rather seek up high than dig and grind that inner truth
The angel of my eye a bit too fly to substitute
With any other form than the Messiah's
Black Mariah, mothership, grandmother moon, and sea
The wave and form of beauty born of Eden's apple tree
And every single Adam stands erect and prays to be
The follower she offers sweet communion
Holy union, let me see you wind it just like that
Move your hips from side to side, come forward, push it back
Let me know firsthand the land of glory, that I lack
I surrender all to you if you surrender back
Holy God, where'd you learn to squeeze it tight and then
Move it slow enough for me to question everything?
You slowly start to tremble, Heaven's walls begin to sing
Tsunami ever after, cosmic slop on everything
[Chorus]
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that

[Outro]
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mack truck
Bad luck, fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas, I promise leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mack truck
Bad luck, fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas, I promise leave a corpse in the furnace