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Body Count The Passion Of Christ

a God? Is there a God? For your sins I... For your love I... For your souls I... Feel my Passion! For your sins I... For your love I... For your souls I... Feel my Passion

's Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch

stop rappin (H20) comin this summer, so stop askin All heat like Wall Street, your stock crashin Now the Feds want to read his rights Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion

a damn on the people. [Amos Hart] -People what? [Billy Flynn] -Laugh. [Amos Hart] -Laugh? Why would they laugh? [Billy Flynn] They can count. Can you count

And lean towards his own understanding Now modern day idol worship rules the mainstream Christianity and Christ teachings are not the same thing When the ruler Constantine became a Christian

shooters pack devices capable of proving lack of life With no compassion, ratchet action, flashing, fashion Blast for cash, assassins faster than the flash Amass a body count

to the ground... [Verse 2] Ya, amazingly, Cask of Amanciatto Cracks wide open and vibrates your bravado So I escape, body-bagging, like I'm kinda like Monte Christo

a point I forgot where heaven's gate is, pass the joint Not the ganja, talking about a spiritual high That you get when you God is passing by I'm alive in Christ