Lyrics:
the south done let up out they mouth
Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out
Buckle up, look daddy, cause Bubba K come to play
All these
Hello?
See, I'm sittin' down in my whip and I'm just
Tryna figure out who I can church as I is, I mean as I am
I'm not a bad guy, I've been
the capital of Michigan
But I would never lie to you
I would never lie, lie, lie
Betty White is not old, ice is not cold
And I would never lie, lie, lie
(This
Blowin' up like a molotov
This is war everybody ain't no reason I'ma call it off
Get it right, shout out to the homie Dizzy Wright
In the studio everyday
a trip to the past and
Tell em I was right
Ask Ali Abunimah or Jeremiah Wright
Drones over Pakistan, Yemen and Libya
Is Obama the bomber getting ready for
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
If you think that people
Who don't believe like you do
Are led astray
By the devil in a dark suit
Take a pause; ask yourself
"Is that really true"
If
Paula, Paula Thompson,
nee Paula Wright
Look at her hair, it's still gorgeous even now
Flowing like the Waimahanga River,
Which incidentally, is to your
the saving grace with faith accepted
A life changed by the love of Christ is proof that He is full perfection
Make it feel like church everywhere you go
When
a fraud, the black woman is god
'Cause niggas ain't no Martins if
You ain't got no Corretas
If you ain't got no Bettys
And no Winnie Mandelas
And if you
me
Now I'm telling DeeZee
This shit aint the Gap but I put on this shit is outstanding
We couldn't afford a crib out in the Hills
So I made me
I love beats by the Viking and the Alchemist
People get inside my head like John Malkovich
My life is getting complicated like calculus
I feel
First off, I could make your bitch take off her shirt dawg
First off, rap is such a blessing and a curse dawg
First off, matter be preaching go
One time for my Rebels in the BackWoods
Two times for the ones rocking Blue Collar
Three times for ones out in Turkey Ridge
And REST in Peace Pawpaw
I could pay rent with this shit
Yeah we smoking on this gas smell the sent in this bitch
Yeah she sucking me in church cant repent for this shit
out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this
Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys
seem to hold tight
I call myself a Christian, go figure,
I guess looking at the church is kinda like looking in the mirror
Cos it ain't just
the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out
You can tell by the mileage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite
The color of fish scaleys
Ali Abunimah or Jeremiah Wright
Drones over Pakistan, Yemen and Libya
Is Obama the bomber getting ready for Syria?
First black president, the masses
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse
a way
Out of darkness into the Day
You bore our sins for us
By dying on the cross
Then You just broke through
Worldwide revival is breaking out
It's time
This is church front, pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This
Yeah, back and forth to Bowie
Or the boulevard I was working hard
Used to wanna go to Juilliard
Now I shoot the stars
Every check come two-by
the reasons fans are
Sayin' his shit is garbage
And mines is much better
Admirin' touch better with much
More in advance
And nowdays I'm lookin' forward to
Much
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