The One/Twisted and Congruent

[Intro] Welcome party people, Here the holy water’s dosed Choir’s made of holy ghosts. have a listen to the sermon while the hard knocks do the learnin' so bang your heads and break some bread and I'll exterminate the vermin [Verse 1 ] I said hello, motherfuckers You ain't asked me how I'm doing I've been making wine from water have a sip of what I'm brewing I found a lot of err gott It's the batch that I've been stewing So come sip upon my shit Let's get twisted and congruent [Verse 2] Let's fill the party with some bodies People begging for the sequel I tried to tell you motherfuckers all the people here are equal Wear toe tags, or freak flags This is a party for my people I tried to warn ya, California Don't go to hotels with The Eagles I beg you pardon for the partyin And I'll forgive you for your evils Walk in my shoes, pay your dues Before I feed you to the seagulls If life's a bitch, and then you die life's a beach beneath my feet Made from broken bones of pedophiles [Verse 3] You can call me Chris, I am the king of all creation So come give me a kiss 'fore I go off the reservation Excuse us while we hang from Judas He bought his own damnation I took his thirty pieces Fed it to my congregation turned him to a tire swing so he could hang in my salvation if its pleasing what I'm preaching well I am deep inside of you so I guess I'm preaching masturbation [Chorus] Freak flags waving in the dark We baptize pain and call it art Come undone, come unglued Get twisted and congruent This ain’t church, motherfucker It’s a mother fucking movement. [Verse 4] Come take a listen to these beats That is unless you want the brimstone Wanna wash my feet? Then bedazzle while you're at it Cuz I walk on Righteous Gemstones Now let's wake up from the matrix Where the fuck are all the pay phones? --- [Bridge] Heard the angels overdosed Heard the prophets went broke Heard the devil drives a Prius Selling grace now by the kilo But I still keep the holy close In my soul like psilocybin All the pews are full and vibin' Like a thunder from down under and clouds all made of violence [Chorus] Freak flags waving in the dark We baptize pain and call it art Come undone, come unglued Get twisted and congruent This ain’t a fucking church It’s a mother fucking movement. --- [Outro] And when the feast is finished And the dead have danced their due You’ll find me at the altar Breaking bread with Scooby doo I would've got away with it if it weren't for chosen few but they can come a grab a plate make em eat my pork barbecue