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They label her as a hater âcause, sheâs no addict enabler/ who plays the rug, in the name of love/ so sheâs hated because she ainât a punk/ she has a past so they play it up, but it doesnât sway her much// theyâre just mad âcause they use to date her but, since breakinâ up/ they fake the tough role callinâ her names and stuff/ they accuse her before a blameless Judge/ but He donât take no junk, and thatâs the type of crap that Satan does//
He is similar in a way because/ before they would hate His guts, they made Him famous because he gave âem stuff/ but things have changed because, they couldnât make Him what/ they wanted him to be, so they plot and scheme to hang Him up// they would even pay off a traitor plus/ if that wasnât crazy enough, He would go along with this break of trust/ they would say He ainât who He claimed He was/ then they would slay Him but, Heâs got a surprise for them in the days to come//
The two of them met in a way thatâs bugged/ He had known of her from a far and came to her to proclaim His love/ but she was the type to be datinâ thugs/ no restraint in public, she did what she wanted and got away with much// always borrowinâ she was laced with funds/ but she ainât make enough at her job to pay it off, enslavinâ her/ debt collectors had set their aim at her/ tellinâ her that death is the next step if she isnât payinâ up// then around when the time frame was up/ knowinâ full well what her situation was, He would pay in blood/ now sheâs still in debt but she traded up/ make no mistakes sheâs enslaved to a Savior who liberated her/ and in light of all that He saved her from/ and his crazy display of love, she canât imagine a greater husband/ after fifty days Heâs engaged to her/ this is their current state as she changes and waits for Him to come take her up//
In the day He comes and her change is done/ He gonâ slay âem bruh, & ainât gonâ be no complain âcause His angerâs just/ Yo, He told them to stay away from her/ but heâs a humble beast so they front and sleep but Heâs gonna wake âem up// see the aftermath when the grapes are crushed/ and all of them suckas who begged to escape are gonna be made to hush/ and birds of the air will be made a lunch/ it lays in the dust, scattered abroad, I call it fillet-o-punks//
Yo the sight of her is amazinâ âcause/ her sanctificationâs complete and itâs great to see what Heâs made of her/ thereâs a mixture of everything in her/ every nation, tongue and tribe has provided some DNA for her// white linen, there ainât a stain in âem/ sheâs been waitinâ to reign witâ Him, now theyâre ready to consummate as one/ all of heaven is celebratinâ âem/ Beauty and the Beast at the feast, you can say they be slayinâ âem//