Holy Trigger

Baptized in fire, I'm preachin' in lead, Prayin' to steel, got a piece by the bed. This ain't a sermon, it's scripture I'm holdin' Revolver's the gospel, the chamber is golden. Sins on my soul, but the grip keep me chosen, Confessin' to demons, my clip keep ‘em frozen. Blessed by the Smith, my apostles are hollow, Forty-five commandments, the lessons I follow. Bible on the dash, but the Glock in the glove, Call it divine intervention when push come to shove. Hands up, like I'm takin' confessions, Only Lord knows where I'm sprayin' these lessons. Holy trigger, let the sermon begin, (Praise the steel!) Every bullet got a prayer when it burst through the wind. (oh oh oh Preach!) Load the scripture, let the choir begin, (Load have mercy!) In the church of the chamber, we confess through the skin. (Lock and load!) I don't need a cross, got a beam on the nose, Blessin' my enemies, leavin' ‘em froze. Chalice of liquor, my cup runneth over, Clip full of verses, I'm sendin' Jehovah. Ain't no disciples, just hollows and drums, Organ be playin' when choppers go dumb. Hymns of the hollow tips sing in the night, This is my temple, I live by the sight. Kneel at the altar, the preacher is armed, Baptizin' these bullets, your sins be disarmed. (Can I shoot a witness?) Owww! Last rites delivered, they sleep in the pew, Saints turn to martyrs when metal come through. Grip like a rosary, click when I spin it, Hail Mary full-auto, I empty the sentence. Judgment is comin', the muzzle's the judge, Ain't no confession, just powder and blood. The wages of sin is a grave in the dirt, Cocked back the gospel, now readin' a verse. Holy trigger, let the sermon begin, (Praise the steel!) Every bullet got a prayer when it burst through the wind. (oh oh oh Preach!) Load the scripture, let the choir begin, (Load have mercy!) In the church of the chamber, we confess through the skin. (Lock and load!) Now pull that hammer back! Ashes to ashes, the sermon is done, Prayed to my weapon, now kingdom has come.