Guess My Religion (Red Pop Version Track)

(album: The Mighty Death Pop! - 2012)

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!