I'M Goin' Out Lika Soldier

Willie D

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    Pastor:
    Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
    And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?

    Willie D:
    Yep

    Pastor:
    Well welcome to Mount Paid in Full
    God sure is good, ain't he?

    Willie D:
    Sure is

    Pastor:
    Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
    And pass all your other metal objects to brother Swaggert
    You can pick em up over there on the other side

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    Willie D:
    What, y'all having a problem with weapons or something in Church?

    Pastor:
    No, brother, it's just that Pastor Gimme don't want no change in the
    church

    Verse 1:
    Ain't that a bitch, the churchhouse getting rich
    But I'm looking like dookie on a stick
    As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
    To pass that goddamned 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 nowhere to go, but at night the church door is closed
    Now you can come as you are
    But you better be sharp as a tack, with a new car
    Cause if you ain't got that cash
    Watch them so-called Christians talk about your ass
    I don't give a fuck about your blessings
    You want to know my religion, why don't you guess it

    Chorus: (2x)
    Why's everybody keep playing with God?

    Verse 2:
    I gotta talk about these clowns 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 God
    But they ain't God cause God loves everybody
    But Baptist preachers, they backslide
    When it comes to Muslims they ain't got no love
    Now what you motherfuckers scared of?
    That niggas will abandon your vision
    And say don't give me that old time religion
    I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
    And the pastor's saying that it's God's will
    Fuck the enemy, yo I don't love him
    That's why I cut for the motherfucking Muslims
    Put your hands on me and shit gets scary
    I'm a put your ass in a cemetary
    Now you'll call me Judas and say I ain't right
    But fuck you bitch, they talk about Christ
    I don't give a fuck about your blessings
    You want to know my religion why don't you guess it

    Chorus (2x)

    Verse 3:
    Now I know why my daddy don't go no more
    The church ain't nothing but a fashion show
    They going to meet and greet and peep and gaze
    They ain't trying to get saved
    Cause if they was they'd practice what they preached
    And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
    Maybe that's why a nigga ain't repenting
    The churchhouse 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 niggas is so behind
    I can stay my ass at the crib and watch the game
    If I want to be entertained
    Cause this shit done got out of hand
    Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
    You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
    But goddamnit 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

    Chorus (4x)
    This song was inspired by all you so-called saved motherfuckers out there
    The ones thats backsliding
    You sinner free motherfuckers that be
    Jumping up and down in church every Sunday and shit getting the Holy Ghost
    But I'm a let you motherfuckers know
    If one of you hoes fall on me, I'm a knock your ass smooth out
    I don't give a damn, I'm straight up with it
    But some of you motherfuckers be
    Going out to the club on Saturday and shit
    And coming to church with a motherfucking hangover
    And oh yeah, all you motherfucking parents
    That's talking about Willie D is a bad influence on your kids
    Fuck you hoes, raise your own motherfucking kids
    I ain't no motherfucking role model
    You be your motherfucking kid's role model, motherfucking loser
    Yeah, just when a nigga start getting a piece of this apple pie
    In America, you hoes want to start lining against rap
    Smashing up tapes and shit, what you want us to do
    Start by climbing through your motherfucking windows
    In the middle of the night?
    You better speed on before you get peed on
    Now let the congregation say Amen

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