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Willie D

Composição de: 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
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