Why's everybody always playing with God? [x3]
Ain't that a bitch?
The church house getting rich
And I'm looking like dookie on a stick
As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
To pass that fat ass collection plate
And before I could stick my dollar in
The ushers were making rounds again
To get here I had to catch a ride
And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
Telling me its for the homeless and those with no where to go
But at night, the church doors close
The poor get a cup of soup if they lucky
While the pastor peeps a flat screen and a mink snuggie
He says he talks to God on Facebook
The congregation cheats the whole place crooks
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don't you guess it?
[Hook]
Why's everybody always playing with God? [x4]
I gotta talk about these snakes behind the pulpit
Cause they full of that bullshit
It's no wonder they think they large
When these motherfucking members treat they ass like God
They pulled a man outta wheelchair
He back flipped across the stage
Into the back to get paid
Took his act to the next town more money made
It ain't even real wine, it's Kool-Aid
Half the choir hit the weed that morning
They can't help it, church is fucking boring
I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
And the pastor's saying that its God's Will
Fuck the enemy is what I said
I won't turn the other cheek bitch
I'll bust your head
Put your hands on me, and shit gets scary
I'mma put your ass in a cemetery
There's so much about religion I find odd
There's no middleman between me and my God
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You wanna know my religion, why don't you guess it?
Ain't that a bitch?
The church house getting rich
And I'm looking like dookie on a stick
As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
To pass that fat ass collection plate
And before I could stick my dollar in
The ushers were making rounds again
To get here I had to catch a ride
And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
Telling me its for the homeless and those with no where to go
But at night, the church doors close
The poor get a cup of soup if they lucky
While the pastor peeps a flat screen and a mink snuggie
He says he talks to God on Facebook
The congregation cheats the whole place crooks
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don't you guess it?
[Hook]
Why's everybody always playing with God? [x4]
I gotta talk about these snakes behind the pulpit
Cause they full of that bullshit
It's no wonder they think they large
When these motherfucking members treat they ass like God
They pulled a man outta wheelchair
He back flipped across the stage
Into the back to get paid
Took his act to the next town more money made
It ain't even real wine, it's Kool-Aid
Half the choir hit the weed that morning
They can't help it, church is fucking boring
I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
And the pastor's saying that its God's Will
Fuck the enemy is what I said
I won't turn the other cheek bitch
I'll bust your head
Put your hands on me, and shit gets scary
I'mma put your ass in a cemetery
There's so much about religion I find odd
There's no middleman between me and my God
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You wanna know my religion, why don't you guess it?
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