That\'s That Bs Lyrics

JL

The Devil Hates Sundays

Lyrics to That\'s That Bs
That's that bullshit

My bite is venomous
I'm quite the nemesis
Expose you and swipe your benefits
Fuck these white supremacists
I don't really give two fucks, man
Crucify the Klu Klux Klan
Put the deuce up in front of 'em, on old cross
Put the white trash off in a new dustpan
Who's trust can be given to politicians?
Hypocrites, God-less Christians
Praying to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Jesus
In the Middle East, that's an odd description
They use him to justify their actions
The one percent who divide the rations
Give enough to the poor to keep us all at war
They want us in divided factions
If we unite, we'll stand and fight against them
They'll be in a crisis
They will end up lifeless
They're the enemy and they pretend to be righteous
They're running the government, troubled again
And some will get hunted, it's fun and the gun'll spit
One and it done
I get summoned, I'm gonna grip
Come with the Covenants loving to bite, ouch
It's what they saying, and they start decaying
And all of a sudden it's lights out
Hope that you're praying 'cause I am not playing
If pigs are crooked, I slice snouts
Catch me going the heist route
Walking up in the White House
Like "Fuck you and your nice couch"

Everything is bullshit (Bullshit)
Empty promises is all that you'll get
Politicians I'm not cool with
Everything is bullshit (Bullshit)
Try'na play us with religion like we're fools, bitch
I'll kick over your pool pit
Everything is bullshit (Bullshit)

Ohh, it smell like a bunch of bullshit
I don't even know no more
What the fuck is they talking about?
Man, that's straight-up BS
That's that bullshit

All the ugliness the light undress
May get hella deeper then you might've guessed
Callin' it out when I site BS
They be up to somethin' like a flight of steps
People the department hiring
High as Lockheed Martin fighter jets
Prematurely be firing
When they see they can't make a justified arrest
Altered reality, priests are demonic
Put hands on the infant, I'm crying Lord
If that was my kid I'd be charged with the battery
Like electronics without the cord
I could be way more gangsta
Make a nigga wanna be way more Malcolm
They gon' need way more tanks
Need way more boots on the ground roughhousing
I could be way more in your face
More T.D. Jakes try'na change your outcome
Two for the flight, ten thousand
Nigga, could you imagine it? Eight more albums
I be on the field like Falcons
But I'm going over heads on the D-low
Like the Arthur Lake, go browsing
Putting numbers on the board, Home Depot
Here to take her back like repo
When you see the mob going down, down, baby
On the fence like I hit a good free throw
To the uninformed, I sound crazy
Swatin' at a murder hornet
When you see the smoke, it kinda smell like somethin' burning down
And reaching for your phone but then they hit you
And they try'na find you, tellin' you it's fireworks, but you kinda feel like it's a turning moment
Call it like I see it, bullshit
Politicians be on bullshit
Flip a table, kick a pool pit
Know that all of it is bullshit (Call it out)
Haul 'em out, call it out, bullshit (Call it out)
Haul 'em out, call it out, bullshit

Everything is bullshit (Bullshit)
Empty promises is all that you'll get
Politicians I'm not cool with
Everything is bullshit (Bullshit)
Try'na play us with religion like we're fools, bitch
I'll kick over your pool pit
Everything is bullshit (Bullshit)

That's that bullshit
That's that bullshit