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Tytuł: Guess my religion

  • Wykonawca: Willie D
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Pastor:
   Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
   And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?
  
   Willie D:
   Yep
  
   Pastor:
   Well welcome to Mount Paid in Full
   God sure is good, ain't he?
  
   Willie D:
   Sure is
  
   Pastor:
   Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
   And pass all your other metal objects to brother Swaggert
   You can pick em up over there on the other side
  
   Willie D:
   What, y'all having a problem with weapons or something in Church?
  
   Pastor:
   No, brother, it's just that Pastor Gimme don't want no change in the
   church
  
   Verse 1:
   Ain't that a bitch, the churchhouse getting rich
   But I'm looking like dookie on a stick
   As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
   To pass that goddamned collection plate
   And before I could stick my dollar in
   The ushers were making rounds again
   To get there I had to hitch a ride
   And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
   Telling me it's for the homeless, and those
   With nowhere to go, but at night the church door is closed
   Now you can come as you are
   But you better be sharp as a tack, with a new car
   Cause if you ain't got that cash
   Watch them so-called Christians talk about your ass
   I don't give a fuck about your blessings
   You want to know my religion, why don't you guess it
  
   Chorus: (2x)
   Why's everybody keep playing with God?
  
   Verse 2:
   I gotta talk about these clowns behind the pulpit
   Cause they full of that bullshit
   It's no wonder they think they large
   With these motherfucking members treating they ass like God
   But they ain't God cause God loves everybody
   But Baptist preachers, they backslide
   When it comes to Muslims they ain't got no love
   Now what you motherfuckers scared of?
   That niggas will abandon your vision
   And say don't give me that old time religion
   I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
   And the pastor's saying that it's God's will
   Fuck the enemy, yo I don't love him
   That's why I cut for the motherfucking Muslims
   Put your hands on me and shit gets scary
   I'm a put your ass in a cemetary
   Now you'll call me Judas and say I ain't right
   But fuck you bitch, they talk about Christ
   I don't give a fuck about your blessings
   You want to know my religion why don't you guess it
  
   Chorus (2x)
  
   Verse 3:
   Now I know why my daddy don't go no more
   The church ain't nothing but a fashion show
   They going to meet and greet and peep and gaze
   They ain't trying to get saved
   Cause if they was they'd practice what they preached
   And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
   Maybe that's why a nigga ain't repenting
   The churchhouse be having some fine ass women in it
   And that's why the preacher can't spread the word of the Lord
   Cause he be looking just as hard
   It's the blind trying to lead the blind
   And you wonder why niggas is so behind
   I can stay my ass at the crib and watch the game
   If I want to be entertained
   Cause this shit done got out of hand
   Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
   You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
   But goddamnit if the shoe fit, wear it
   I don't give a fuck about your blessings
   You want to know my religion why don't you guess it
  
   Chorus (4x)
  
   This song was inspired by all you so-called saved motherfuckers out there
   The ones thats backsliding
   You sinner free motherfuckers that be
   Jumping up and down in church every Sunday and shit getting the Holy Ghost
   But I'm a let you motherfuckers know
   If one of you hoes fall on me, I'm a knock your ass smooth out
   I don't give a damn, I'm straight up with it
   But some of you motherfuckers be
   Going out to the club on Saturday and shit
   And coming to church with a motherfucking hangover
   And oh yeah, all you motherfucking parents
   That's talking about Willie D is a bad influence on your kids
   Fuck you hoes, raise your own motherfucking kids
   I ain't no motherfucking role model
   You be your motherfucking kid's role model, motherfucking loser
   Yeah, just when a nigga start getting a piece of this apple pie
   In America, you hoes want to start lining against rap
   Smashing up tapes and shit, what you want us to do
   Start by climbing through your motherfucking windows
   In the middle of the night?
   You better speed on before you get peed on
   Now let the congregation say Amen