Religion

(Jeez, man, that's a big strap) My angel's most polite when I am on my knees, yeah And I am even nicer when she asks me, "Please," uh-uh Doesn't make me pray too long 'Til she's dancing on my tongue And when she's done, she shows me how she got them wings She looks just like a god Baby, call me Catholic She fucks just like a god Cuff it up, I'm yours Can't find a single flaw I think she's holographic Keep stringing me along I need no religion When you fuck it like a god I fuck it like a god Oh, Gabriel can't decide if I'm a friend or foe (They not even together though) And she said, "I don't think he even tries to make me curl my toes" (Don't you know how to work that thing, though?) Think ya big and tough, daddy? (Huh?) That's what she's been calling me (huh?) Go wash ya balls before ya tell me what I already know I'm homo It's because she fucks just like a god Baby, call me Catholic She looks just like a god Cuff it up, I'm yours I got to pray for more She said she's telepathic Keep stringing me along I need no religion When you fuck it like a You fuck it like a god You fuck it like a god It's because she fucks just like a god Not to be too dramatic, miss (she fucks just like a god) That angel puss is galactic shit (she fucks just like a god) Psychopathic, pornographic Both angelic and satanic But I gotta fucking have it (you fuck just like a god) You fuck just like a- (Uh-oh, Gabe wants to suck my dick)