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Pastor:
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Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
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And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?
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Willie D:
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Yep
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Pastor:
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Well welcome to Mount Paid in Full
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God sure is good, ain't he?
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Willie D:
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Sure is
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Pastor:
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Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
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And pass all your other metal objects to brother Swaggert
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You can pick em up over there on the other side
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Willie D:
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What, y'all having a problem with weapons or something in Church?
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Pastor:
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No, brother, it's just that Pastor Gimme don't want no change in the
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church
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Verse 1:
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Ain't that a bitch, the churchhouse getting rich
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But I'm looking like dookie on a stick
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As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
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To pass that goddamned collection plate
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And before I could stick my dollar in
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The ushers were making rounds again
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To get there I had to hitch a ride
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And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
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Telling me it's for the homeless, and those
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With nowhere to go, but at night the church door is closed
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Now you can come as you are
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But you better be sharp as a tack, with a new car
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Cause if you ain't got that cash
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Watch them so-called Christians talk about your ass
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I don't give a fuck about your blessings
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You want to know my religion, why don't you guess it
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Chorus: (2x)
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Why's everybody keep playing with God?
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Verse 2:
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I gotta talk about these clowns behind the pulpit
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Cause they full of that bullshit
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It's no wonder they think they large
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With these motherfucking members treating they ass like God
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But they ain't God cause God loves everybody
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But Baptist preachers, they backslide
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When it comes to Muslims they ain't got no love
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Now what you motherfuckers scared of?
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That niggas will abandon your vision
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And say don't give me that old time religion
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I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
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And the pastor's saying that it's God's will
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Fuck the enemy, yo I don't love him
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That's why I cut for the motherfucking Muslims
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Put your hands on me and shit gets scary
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I'm a put your ass in a cemetary
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Now you'll call me Judas and say I ain't right
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But fuck you bitch, they talk about Christ
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I don't give a fuck about your blessings
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You want to know my religion why don't you guess it
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Chorus (2x)
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Verse 3:
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Now I know why my daddy don't go no more
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The church ain't nothing but a fashion show
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They going to meet and greet and peep and gaze
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They ain't trying to get saved
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Cause if they was they'd practice what they preached
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And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
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Maybe that's why a nigga ain't repenting
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The churchhouse be having some fine ass women in it
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And that's why the preacher can't spread the word of the Lord
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Cause he be looking just as hard
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It's the blind trying to lead the blind
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And you wonder why niggas is so behind
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I can stay my ass at the crib and watch the game
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If I want to be entertained
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Cause this shit done got out of hand
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Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
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You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
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But goddamnit if the shoe fit, wear it
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I don't give a fuck about your blessings
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You want to know my religion why don't you guess it
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Chorus (4x)
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This song was inspired by all you so-called saved motherfuckers out there
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The ones thats backsliding
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You sinner free motherfuckers that be
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Jumping up and down in church every Sunday and shit getting the Holy Ghost
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But I'm a let you motherfuckers know
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If one of you hoes fall on me, I'm a knock your ass smooth out
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I don't give a damn, I'm straight up with it
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But some of you motherfuckers be
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Going out to the club on Saturday and shit
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And coming to church with a motherfucking hangover
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And oh yeah, all you motherfucking parents
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That's talking about Willie D is a bad influence on your kids
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Fuck you hoes, raise your own motherfucking kids
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I ain't no motherfucking role model
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You be your motherfucking kid's role model, motherfucking loser
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Yeah, just when a nigga start getting a piece of this apple pie
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In America, you hoes want to start lining against rap
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Smashing up tapes and shit, what you want |