Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pastor Skillz, artist - Skillz. Date of issue: 26.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pastor Skillz |
| «And we’d like to thank our junior ushers for doing |
| Such a wonderful job, look at 'em … Pastor Skillz’s |
| Last sermon with us today. |
| But it’s not a sad time |
| It’s a wonderful and joyous occassion. |
| Pastor |
| Skillz’s last sermon … Pastor Skillz.» |
| Before our presentation |
| I’d like to thank the members of the congregation |
| For being patient |
| This morning I got a lil' somethin' to say |
| How many of y’all woke up and didn’t even feel like comin' down here? |
| Well, Brother James, it’s a shame |
| I know you’re sitting there, and all you’re worried about is your football game |
| Well, me and the Lord, we worry about some things |
| Like you in the parking lot, smoking on your rock cocaine |
| (Say what?) Man, everybody know it |
| And if your mom can’t read the announcements faster |
| I’mma hafta let her go |
| And Sister Alice, you late |
| Cause don’t think I don’t see you stealin' out my collection plate |
| Y’all don’t hear me … cause if you did, you’d pray I told you |
| Cause if you do it in the dark, it’s gonna come to the day |
| And Brother Todd, I know that times is hard |
| Ask the church for help, you ain’t gotta steal money from your job |
| You can’t cheat, cause the man up above |
| Ain’t no sense stealing if ya' gonna blow it at strip clubs |
| An' Sister Keisha, don’t look in his direction |
| He wouldn’t be at your strip club if his wife gave him some affection |
| The choir need to sing a song for y’all |
| This morning I need to know what is wrong with y’all |
| Satan’s swinging his swords again |
| Sister Kim keyed up the door to my Benz |
| Now the teacher said I got to reach you |
| Somebody said «Pastor, teach» so I’m preach |
| That’s what I came to do |
| And Lord knows, Sister Williams, we all need to pray for you |
| You can’t do this, I knew you was ghetto |
| If backsliding was a sport, you’d have a gold medal |
| The dinners you sold last week was cold |
| And the fish you fried was two weeks old |
| I know you did it, so go on and admit it |
| Half the choir ain’t here, cause they home sick |
| Y’all my people, but I know ya' well |
| We in some troubling times, it ain’t hard to tell |
| But some a' y’all are goin' to hell |
| If you keep leaving Bible study to watch Dave Chappelle |
| Lord knows I love ya' brothers deep |
| But don’t sit in the pew if you been smokin' weed |
| I know you’re saying «Pastor, «But Lord, I’mma tell it like it GI is |
| And Sister Gladys, ya' need to repent |
| Cause when I call your house, I hear 50 Cent |
| This house is in a mess |
| We got some problems in here that we need to address |
| And the ushers I shouldn’t have to mention |
| You so busy dancing to Usher to pay attention |
| And Brother Wayne, you can’t take the sound |
| You bootleggin' services and sellin' 'em downtown |
| What am I gonna do? |
| I can lead you to the door, I can’t take you through |
| Now bear with me, it’s almost over |
| I gotta speak on it, y’all, and get the dirt off my shoulder |
| I’m a city (?), so you gotta get it clear |
| Deacon Smith’s been having affair for twenty-two years |
| Some a' y’all is doin' wrong |
| But I’m gonna go on, I told ya' I wasn’t gonna hold ya' long |
| Now I ain’t got much more to say |
| Me and Tony goin' to Shaunie’s, we gonna miss the buffet |