Contract the World Money Making Jam Boys

[Verse 1: P.O.R.N.]
Maybe I pray too much and God think I'm
Just trying to use his love to get my dreams on
Should I go get a job or get my sing on
Tired of the back and forth of playing ping-pong
Married to the whore in me, no ring on
Sober ain't my tune, that's a Pink song
Drowning deep in sin, get your drink on
Until you start calling earl with no ringtone
Things don't just get worse they get worser
When you ain't got no friends you get further
When you got too many friends you get murdered
Either way you get fucked and I'm burnin
That means you fuck me, you going to get fucked
Sort of like when your P.O. hand you a piss cup
Lookin' at the lord like yo is it a mix up
Why you trying to give it to me like the hiccup
I know heaven, hell, and purgatory
Don't know why it's so hard to say sorry
Or why chicks front so hard when they horny
Probably cause' when I cum I'm like call me
I'm out your account needs a tune-up
That means sell your soul to get a few bucks
Niggas fightin' for crumbs so put your dukes up
You ain't trying to do that, you trying to do us