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Before I say anything else, I gotta get one thing clear:
RIP PIMP C, UGK 4EVA!
Been hearing bout this site, and thought I might put some trill-ness into this fake-ass church right here! (This is a verse from one of my tracks on the album II Trill-in stores now, make sure you go get that-It's called Get Cha Issue, and it's aimed at folks like you:
"Hey, mister preacher man, what do you say,
See you out here tryin' to save yourself some people today,
You got the Good Book in your hand and a robe on your back,
Steppin' out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
Standin' up at the pulpit, lookin' out at the pew,
Preachin' the Good Word, tellin' Christian folks what to do,
You talkin 'bout the sinners in city, but let's keep it true,
Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you!
It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes,
Puttin' rings on your fingers and rims on your ride,
You don't need youself a $1,000 suit just to pray in,
Or a $1,000,000 house for you to stay in,
Marriage counselin' but cheating on your own wife,
Undercover pedophile, a heathen in your own right,
Let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you,
You's a dirty motherpiffleer, so it's time to get cha issue, come on,
The Good Book says 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.' Man, everytime I walk inside the church house, the preacher coverin' his eyes at me, but I know he can't know nothin' my way; he dirtier than I am! He's ridin' down the streets shinin', ballin', hollerin' at broads, hollerin' at dudes on the cool. That's why people don't go to church now; it ain't the message, it's the motherpifflein' message! Let us move on..."
Just giving y'all fugazi-ass preachers something to think about here!
RIP PIMP C, UGK 4EVA!
Been hearing bout this site, and thought I might put some trill-ness into this fake-ass church right here! (This is a verse from one of my tracks on the album II Trill-in stores now, make sure you go get that-It's called Get Cha Issue, and it's aimed at folks like you:
"Hey, mister preacher man, what do you say,
See you out here tryin' to save yourself some people today,
You got the Good Book in your hand and a robe on your back,
Steppin' out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
Standin' up at the pulpit, lookin' out at the pew,
Preachin' the Good Word, tellin' Christian folks what to do,
You talkin 'bout the sinners in city, but let's keep it true,
Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you!
It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes,
Puttin' rings on your fingers and rims on your ride,
You don't need youself a $1,000 suit just to pray in,
Or a $1,000,000 house for you to stay in,
Marriage counselin' but cheating on your own wife,
Undercover pedophile, a heathen in your own right,
Let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you,
You's a dirty motherpiffleer, so it's time to get cha issue, come on,
The Good Book says 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.' Man, everytime I walk inside the church house, the preacher coverin' his eyes at me, but I know he can't know nothin' my way; he dirtier than I am! He's ridin' down the streets shinin', ballin', hollerin' at broads, hollerin' at dudes on the cool. That's why people don't go to church now; it ain't the message, it's the motherpifflein' message! Let us move on..."
Just giving y'all fugazi-ass preachers something to think about here!
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