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Icp - Guess My Religon lyrics
Why's everybody always playing with God? (X3)
 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's everybody always playing with God? (x4)
 I gotta 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 outta 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's saying that its 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
 Imma 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 wanna know my religion, why don't you guess it?
why's 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 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 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 blindIcp - Guess My Religon - http://motolyrics.com/icp/guess-my-religon-lyrics.html
 And you wonder why people are so behind
 pedophiles, 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's everybody 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
But hey man, let the whole congregation sing!








