Insane Clown Posse - Guess My Religon Lyrics

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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 its 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 black screen and he gets stucky

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 is everyone 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

When these motherfucking members treat they ass like God

They pulled a man in outta wheelchair

He backflipped across the stage to get paid

They went 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 is saying "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 it gets scary

I'm a 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 want to know my religion why don't you guess it?

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Why is everyone 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 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 they 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

The vows 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 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) 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 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) x2

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

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