Made me look like reverend
Made me look like reverend
Oh my baby got to know me
I'm looking like I'm the homie
I'm tatted from head to shoulder
I'm colder when he don't hold me
I'm warmer inside the casket
Africa's never dead, Africa's always dying
No more apples or oranges
Only pickles and pacifists
Twitter ranting for martyrdom unified as capitalists
Give 'em Rice-A-Roni politics to bear more arms
And watch the bears come out
Made me look like reverend
Made me look like reverend