need a Savior, so I try to believe In my wooden Jesus doesn't mind He always loves me, He's my kind of a wooden Jesus Wooden Jesus yeah, wooden Jesus
money on a future grave Wooden Jesus, I'll cut you in On twenty percent of my future sin I'll cut you in, I'll cut you in Wooden Jesus, where are you
Traducció: Great White. Fusta de Jesús.
Traducció: Temple of the Dog. Fusta de Jesús.
The world at my sneakers Gold pieces molded with Jesus features Give streets the fever From the way I spit the Ether Came on the scene at 19, a gritty
fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive... [Chorus:] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus
Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light skinned women, biracial hateful toward themselves Denyin' even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods
case I go unforgiven. (One shot) Two kills, you don't believe me now you will. And that's the realest deal homey since Jesus' last meal. Booyaka. Booyaka
all got wood and nails, we're tongue tied to a hating factory Yeah, we all got wood and nails, we're tongue tied to a hating factory Yeah, we all got wood
trying to immortalize yourself Beginning of a great adventure Beginning of a great adventure Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular tv brood I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood
The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown Oh, the rising of the sun And the
a soul. Damn You! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers! Can I get an "Amen?" (collective "AMEN!") Can I get a Hallelujah? (collective "HALLELUJAH!") Thank you, Jesus
, curly hair protruding lips I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips Then rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
his old man Now I wonder does my son miss me Does he wonder where I am Tonight I pick my campsite carefully Outside the Sacramento yard Gather some wood
pops he don't give a fuck) (If you like him or not, he's a major problem) I will slap yo' ass in church And apologize to Jesus later, punk Why am I
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Holy Jesus, I gotta drop all these toys off Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus, bring me my robe & my slippers I gotta go! [Ghostface Killah
streets of sickness Or disease, and our weakness, we bleed Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve Conceive through this belly, we beasts Ninety thieves stalk woods