Willie D

Willie D - Guess My Religion lyrics

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Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
 And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?

 Willie D:
 Yep

 Pastor:
 Well welcome to Mount Paid in Full
 God sure is good, ain't he?

 Willie D:
 Sure is

 Pastor:
 Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
 And pass all your other metal objects to brother Swaggert
 You can pick em up over there on the other side

 Willie D:
 What, y'all having a problem with weapons or something in Church?

 Pastor:
 No, brother, it's just that Pastor Gimme don't want no change in the
 church

 Verse 1:
 Ain't that a bitch, the churchhouse getting rich
 But I'm looking like dookie on a stick
 As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
 To pass that goddamned 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 nowhere to go, but at night the church door is closed
 Now you can come as you are
 But you better be sharp as a tack, with a new car
 Cause if you ain't got that cash
 Watch them so-called Christians talk about your ass
 I don't give a fuck about your blessings
 You want to know my religion, why don't you guess it

 Chorus: (2x)
 Why's everybody keep playing with God?

 Verse 2:
 I gotta talk about these clowns 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 God
 But they ain't God cause God loves everybody
 But Baptist preachers, they backslide
 When it comes to Muslims they ain't got no love
 Now what you motherfuckers scared of?
 That niggas will abandon your vision
 And say don't give me that old time religion
 I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
 And the pastor's saying that it's God's will
 Fuck the enemy, yo I don't love him
 That's why I cut for the motherfucking Muslims
 Put your hands on me and shit gets scary
 I'm a put your ass in a cemetary
 Now you'll call me Judas and say I ain't right
 But fuck you bitch, they talk about Christ
 I don't give a fuck about your blessings
 You want to know my religion why don't you guess it

 Chorus (2x)

 Verse 3:
 Now I know why my daddy don't go no more
 The church ain't nothing but a fashion show
 They going to meet and greet and peep and gaze
 They ain't trying to get saved
 Cause if they was they'd practice what they preached
 And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
 Maybe that's why a nigga ain't repenting
 The churchhouse 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 niggas is so behind
 I can stay my ass at the crib and watch the game
 If I want to be entertained
 Cause this shit done got out of hand
 Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
 You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
 But goddamnit 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

 Chorus (4x)

 This song was inspired by all you so-called saved motherfuckers out there
 The ones thats backsliding
 You sinner free motherfuckers that be
 Jumping up and down in church every Sunday and shit getting the Holy Ghost
 But I'm a let you motherfuckers know
 If one of you hoes fall on me, I'm a knock your ass smooth out
 I don't give a damn, I'm straight up with it
 But some of you motherfuckers be
 Going out to the club on Saturday and shit
 And coming to church with a motherfucking hangover
 And oh yeah, all you motherfucking parents
 That's talking about Willie D is a bad influence on your kids
 Fuck you hoes, raise your own motherfucking kids
 I ain't no motherfucking role model
 You be your motherfucking kid's role model, motherfucking loser
 Yeah, just when a nigga start getting a piece of this apple pie
 In America, you hoes want to start lining against rap
 Smashing up tapes and shit, what you want us to do
 Start by climbing through your motherfucking windows
 In the middle of the night?
 You better speed on before you get peed on
 Now let the congregation say Amen
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Publisher: Wize Up Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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