| Ain’t that a bitch?
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| The church house getting rich
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| And I’m looking like dookie on a stick
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| As soon as I walked in, they couldn’t wait
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| To pass that fat ass collection plate
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| And before I could stick my dollar in
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| The ushers were making rounds again
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| To get here I had to catch a ride
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| And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
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| Telling me its for the homeless and those with no where to go
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| But at night, the church doors close
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| The poor get a cup of soup if they lucky
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| While the pastor peeps a flat screen and a mink snuggie
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| He says he talks to God on Facebook
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| The congregation cheats the whole place crooks
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| I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
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| You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?
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| Why’s everybody always playing with God?
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| I gotta talk about these snakes behind the pulpit
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| Cause they full of that bullshit
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| It’s no wonder they think they large
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| When these motherfucking members treat they ass like God
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| They pulled a man outta wheelchair
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| He back flipped across the stage
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| Into the back to get paid
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| Took his act to the next town more money made
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| It ain’t even real wine, it’s Kool-Aid
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| Half the choir hit the weed that morning
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| They can’t help it, church is fucking boring
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| I’m sick and tired of my homies getting killed
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| And the pastor’s saying that its God’s Will
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| Fuck the enemy is what I said
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| I won’t turn the other cheek bitch
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| I’ll bust your head
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| Put your hands on me, and shit gets scary
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| I’mma put your ass in a cemetery
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| There’s so much about religion I find odd
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| There’s no middleman between me and my God
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| I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
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| You wanna know my religion, why don’t you guess it?
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| Just because you got a collar and big book
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| Don’t mean that you ain’t a sick crook
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| So many ways to be misled and get paid
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| Who are you to tell me when I’m saved
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| Real believers would practice what they preach
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| And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
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| Another reason people ain’t repenting
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| The church house be having some fine ass women in it
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| And that’s why the preacher can’t spread the word of the Lord
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| Cause he be looking just as hard
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| It’s the blind trying to lead the blind
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| And you wonder why people are so behind
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| Pedophiles, you don’t want the truth
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| He’s jacking off the other side of the confession booth
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| All this shit is way out of hand
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| All these motherfuckers doing the hook behind the choir stand
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| You getting mad cause I’m questioning your merit
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| But bitch, dammit, if the shoe fit, wear it
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| I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
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| You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?
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| Why’s everybody always playing with God?
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| (There's no right or no wrong, way to the.)
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| Why is everyone always playing with God?
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| (It's so evil and wrong, I’m famous) x2
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| Yeah, some of you motherfuckers phony as hell
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| Jumping up and down, catching the Holy Ghost
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| Spinning all up in the air and shit
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| When you fall on me, I’m going to knock you smooth out
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| I don’t give a damn, I ain’t even playing
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| Fake fucks, coming to church on Sunday with a motherfucking hangover and
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| Shit
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| Still drunk, selling weed in the pews
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| I see you bitch
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| Why is everyone always playing with God?
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| (There's no right or no wrong, way to the.)
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| Why is everyone always playing with God?
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| (It's so evil and wrong, I’m famous) x2
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| Why is everyone always playing with God?
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| Sniffing coke in the bathrooms
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| Spiking the holy water
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| (Why is everyone always playing with God?)
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| Fake ass nuns, half you hoes dancing players
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| (Why is everyone always playing with God?)
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| I see you hoes turning tricks in the back
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| You bitches
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| (Why is everyone always playing with God?)
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| Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a
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| (Why is everyone always playing with God?)
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| Trying to grab a little boys ass cheeks
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| Keep your dick out the choir you little perv
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| (Why is everyone always playing with God?)
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| Fucking old ass pedophile
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| I seen the preachers car parked outside the Sunrise Health Spa
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| There goes your donation money
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| Hookers and crack
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| You fucking bitches
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| All these poor ass old people don’t know any better
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| Give all their money to that snake on the stage
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| Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac
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| Classic bo-hand
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| And a big ass chinchilla all the way down to his ankle bones
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| You fucking old ass crooks
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| But hey man, let the whole congregation sing! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guess My Religion, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Mighty Death Pop! Box Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп