Tekst piosenki 'Murder Expert' wykonawcy Pro-Christ

Hook

We serve a God, murder expert/ crucifying all flesh, so it must hurt/ we serve
a God murder expert/ crucifying all flesh, so it must hurt/

Verse 1
What's the problem with the world, they don't know about my Savior/ snatching
souls from hell/man, it's all about the labor/ when you came to the Lord you
can kiss the world bye/ you think the streets are hard wait till the Lord turn
the fire high/ He will burn ya, turn ya, take all the impurities/ it's stated
in psalms kill ya flesh like a murder scene/ so many soldiers thought that life
would be easy/ thinking bout going to the world your life need a cleaning/don't
let the devil play you like a fool, he's a liar/ all secular will burn in the
fire/ so soldiers, when you are marching in your Christian walk/ know that
trials and tribulations will kill a flesh man heart

HOOK

Verse 2
Yall boys, yall boys ain't ready for the day that/ Christ save your life and
turn ya to a baby/ don't sit and watch while your flesh going crazy /live a
life of sin and end worse than a train wreck/ it'll take you straight to hell
while you living laid back/ headed for the devil at speeds that's break-neck/
judgement day comes God discriminate like racist/Your soul destine to hell/neither nor or mabye
/you tied to your flesh, you really need to break that/ prescribed in the
garden, man its blood and it ain't sweat/ Christ paid for sins/so His blood
going to erase that/Flesh lost control/ so get ready for the take back.

HOOK

Verse 3
Man I use to see you in the church rip'n it up/ Spiting word to the thugs/ Now
they rippin your lungs/ Taking Christ from your mouth/You gave into that life/
You use to speak the word/ Now you smoking on that pipe/hypocrite can you fit
in a click with some solders/We some gorillas in war/Break sin like broken
shoulders/ You want to hang with the devil/ Man you better be sure/We
spiritually equip cause you a prisoner of war/We not begging the enemy for your
life back/We going where they at and put our foot on the devil neck/Now that
you back, a soilder should stand correct/ Now let God train you and murder your
flesh.