Insane Clown Posse - Guess My Religion lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Guess My Religion lyrics]
Why's everybody always playing with God?
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 here I had to catch 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 and a mink snuggie
He says he talks to God on Facebook
The congregation cheats 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's everybody always playing with God?
I gotta talk about these
Snakes behind the pulpit
Cause they full of that bullshit
It's no wonder they think they large
When these motherfucking members treat
They ass like God
They pulled a man outta wheelchair
He back flipped 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's 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'mma put your ass in a cemetery
There's so much about religion I find odd
There's no middleman between me and my God
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You wanna know my religion
Why don't you guess it?
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 paid
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 the other side
Of the confession booth
All this shit is way out of hand
All these motherfuckers doing the hook
Behind 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's everybody always playing with God?
(There's no right or no wrong, way to the)
Why is everyone always playing with God?
(It's so evil and wrong, I'm famous)
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 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 everyone always playing with God?
(There's no right or no wrong, way to the)
Why is everyone always playing with God?
(It's so evil and wrong, I'm famous)
Why is everyone always playing with God?
Sniffing coke in the bathrooms
Spiking the holy water
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Fake ass nuns, half you hoes dancing players
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
I see you hoes turning tricks in the back
You bitches
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Trying to grab a little boys ass cheeks
Keep your dick out the choir you little perv
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Fucking old ass pedophile
I seen the preachers car parked
Outside the Sunrise Health Spa
There goes your donation money
Hookers and crack you fucking bitches
All these poor ass old people
Don't know any better
Give all their money to that
Snake on the stage
Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac
Classic bo hand
And a big ass chinchilla all the
Way down to his ankle bones
You fucking old ass crooks
But hey man, let the whole congregation sing!
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 here I had to catch 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 and a mink snuggie
He says he talks to God on Facebook
The congregation cheats 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's everybody always playing with God?
I gotta talk about these
Snakes behind the pulpit
Cause they full of that bullshit
It's no wonder they think they large
When these motherfucking members treat
They ass like God
They pulled a man outta wheelchair
He back flipped 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's 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'mma put your ass in a cemetery
There's so much about religion I find odd
There's no middleman between me and my God
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You wanna know my religion
Why don't you guess it?
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 paid
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 the other side
Of the confession booth
All this shit is way out of hand
All these motherfuckers doing the hook
Behind 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's everybody always playing with God?
(There's no right or no wrong, way to the)
Why is everyone always playing with God?
(It's so evil and wrong, I'm famous)
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 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 everyone always playing with God?
(There's no right or no wrong, way to the)
Why is everyone always playing with God?
(It's so evil and wrong, I'm famous)
Why is everyone always playing with God?
Sniffing coke in the bathrooms
Spiking the holy water
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Fake ass nuns, half you hoes dancing players
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
I see you hoes turning tricks in the back
You bitches
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Trying to grab a little boys ass cheeks
Keep your dick out the choir you little perv
(Why is everyone always playing with God?)
Fucking old ass pedophile
I seen the preachers car parked
Outside the Sunrise Health Spa
There goes your donation money
Hookers and crack you fucking bitches
All these poor ass old people
Don't know any better
Give all their money to that
Snake on the stage
Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac
Classic bo hand
And a big ass chinchilla all the
Way down to his ankle bones
You fucking old ass crooks
But hey man, let the whole congregation sing!