LyonFyre - The Golden Calf Lyrics

I'll take your swing
This is my playground
Us dirty southern white boys
Ain't nothin' that you really wanna play 'round
We keep that Bible in our knight stance
You want that Bible Belt?
Well Mom and Daddy's coming
See if you really stand for something
Oh is it hatred that you're propping up?
I see your mask is kind of slipping
And your set pieces just keep on dropping
Go get some glue or some epoxy
Let's make a better Titebond
I'll even make a list for when you go out shopping
I'm smashing idols. All American
Prodigal son, got the bread and gun
Sprinting down the middle run
I'll down B for you like I'm Kirby
Take another stock and another stock
Until you're crying screaming "you play dirty"!
Do we right wrongs
Or Wrong the writings?
Casting your own shadow in your mirror
I ain't your foe hoe, but this is exciting
Oh Snap! You see you're in my Gamecube
I'll spin you like them tiny discs
Go grab your memory sticks
I'm trying to play you
Hey you, lets make a way soon
I'll see your face soon
Cause you won't just leave me alone
So I gotta face you
Erase you is what I'd like to
Unless you pay who?
Me son, so take the knee son
And drive the hell away from me
Fudge all that Bull-spit you stay talking bout
Wanna walk the path of Love?
Then shorty walk it out
Who the heck you think you are?
My f*cking Papa?
Before you even think thrice... Player *Pop(squeak) Pop(Squeak)*
The Calf: "Moooooooo"