Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4] 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 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 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 in a mink Snuggy He says he talks to God on Facebook The congregation meets, they’re cheaters, 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? Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4] I got to talk about these snakes 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 gods They pulled a man out a wheelchair He backflipped 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 saying that “It’s 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’m a put your ass in a cemetery It’s so much about religion I find odd It’s no middleman between me and my God I don’t give a fuck about your blessings You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it? Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4] 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 played 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 on the side of the confession booth All this shit is way out of hand Motherfuckers doing the bump in 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 is everybody always playing with God? There’s no right or no wrong way to believe Why is everybody always playing with God? It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead [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 hoes 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 everybody always playing with God? There’s no right or no wrong way to believe Why is everybody always playing with God? It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead [x2] Why is everybody always playing with God? (continuous) Sniffing coke in the bathrooms Spiking the holy water Fake ass nuns Half you hoes dancing players I see you hoes, turning tricks in the back You bitches Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a last pastor (I think) Trying to squeeze a little boy’s ass cheeks Keep your dick out them choir boys you fucking perv Fucking old ass pedophiles I seen the preacher’s car parked outside the Sunrise Health Spa There goes your donation money Hookers and crack Hookers and crack Amen, you fucking bitches And all these poor ass old people don’t know any better Giving all their money to that snake on the stage Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac Stretched-out classic Brougham And a big ass rug and rings, with a derby on And a big ass chinchilla stretched all the way down to his ankle bones You fucking hoes G-damn crooks Amen! But let the whole congregation sing!