Guess My Religion

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? [Hook] Just because you got a collar and big book Don't mean that you ain't a sick crook So many ways to be misled and get paid Who are you to tell me when I'm saved Real believers would practice what they preach And praise the Lord more than one day out the week Another reason people ain't repenting The church house 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 people are so behind Pedophiles, you don't want the truth He's jacking off the other side of the confession booth All this shit is way out of hand All these motherfuckers doing the hook behind the choir stand You getting mad cause I'm questioning your merit But bitch, dammit, 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? Why's everybody always playing with God? (There's no right or no wrong, way to the..) Why is everyone always playing with God? (It's so evil and wrong, I'm famous) x2 Yeah, some of you motherfuckers phony as hell Jumping up and down, catching the Holy Ghost Spinning all up in the air and shit When you fall on me, I'm going to knock you smooth out I don't give a damn, I ain't even playing Fake fucks, coming to church on Sunday with a motherfucking hangover and Shit Still drunk, selling weed in the pews I see you bitch Why is everyone always playing with God? (There's no right or no wrong, way to the..) Why is everyone always playing with God? (It's so evil and wrong, I'm famous) x2 Why is everyone always playing with God? Sniffing coke in the bathrooms Spiking the holy water (Why is everyone always playing with God?) Fake ass nuns, half you hoes dancing players (Why is everyone always playing with God?) I see you hoes turning tricks in the back You bitches (Why is everyone always playing with God?) Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a (Why is everyone always playing with God?) Trying to grab a little boys ass cheeks Keep your dick out the choir you little perv (Why is everyone always playing with God?) Fucking old ass pedophile I seen the preachers car parked outside the Sunrise Health Spa There goes your donation money Hookers and crack You fucking bitches All these poor ass old people don't know any better Give all their money to that snake on the stage Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac Classic bo-hand And a big ass chinchilla all the way down to his ankle bones You fucking old ass crooks But hey man, let the whole congregation sing!