[Intro]
Your faith is misplaced
If it is not in yourself

[Chorus]
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
If you think that makes me evil
Well, I'm tellin' you it does not
I've been doing right by my demons, I really don't ask a lot
If I ain't got home in Heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot

[Verse 1]
You'll never see me in the pews, I ain't ever been to church
All I know is, "Pew, pew, pew"
'Cause you know that I been putting in the work
And I mean exercising
Despite my size, I can raise a little bit of hell
Call this over the top, but you know I don't stop
When I'm raging, I'm rainin' shells
I am the Mini-Slayer, but this ain't a mini fight
Must've been the Argent energy that brought these bones to life
Don't you touch my bunny 'cause that ain't funny
In my blood does hatred seethe
But I always say, I can fight while I play
Long as I got faith in me, c'mon!
[Chorus]
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
Don't look at me like I'm evil
'Cause I promise that I'm not
I've been doing right by my demons
Now I'm gonna shoot my shot
When there ain't no room in Heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot

[Verse 2]
So what if I'm a little crazy? Now you're watchin' me go mad
Wouldn't call it able-ist language 'cause I'm literally seein' red
They said I should go to anger management
I wonder, what the fuck is that?
'Cause it ain't my temper, the blade I've tempered
Will separate you from your head
Ladies say that I'm the cutest, not that I give a good goddamn
Batteries are not included
Running on the hate in my veins, I am
I can't get a grip of my emotions
That's never really gone so well
You know I don't care that the fight is fair
When my tagline's, "Fight like hell"

[Chorus]
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
If you think that makes me evil
Well, I'm tellin' you it does not
I've been doing right by my demons
Whoever said I'm cute, I'm not
If I ain't got home in Heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot
[Verse 3]
The power of imagination is something I cannot ignore
Everybody needs a break from Hell, perhaps this is a metaphor
I work hard and I play hard
But I wonder what could be the META for?
You know when boys play with their toys
They're getting prepared for war
Demons come from everywhere, any shape and size
Vacant are their empty stares unlike my fiery eyes
They took everything from me, they're messing with my mind
But when they get inside my head
They won't like what they find (Hahaha)

[Chorus]
I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
So what if you think I'm evil?
Doesn't matter 'cause I'm not
I've been doing right by my demons
Through every fight I've fought
If I ain't got home in Heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot