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Hmm, come on, Bishop
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Hmm
Hmm, listen, let it go, let it go
My name Bishop Bullwinkle
I got the First Church of Nothing but the Truth
What you say
Deacon Kyle, Deacon
George, Deacon Clay
Open up the door and turn em' loose, come on
First I want to thank God for the blood running warm in my veins
Yeah
I thank God for my life health and strength
I got a sound mind
I'm not insane, come on
I ain't gonna preach too long
I ain't gonna take this service too far
My sermon's in the morning
Hell to the naw, naw, naw
Oh, come on, come on
Hell naw to the naw, naw, naw
Hell to the naw
Hell to the naw to the naw, naw, naw
Listen
Sister Ella, Sister
Ruth, make sure that everybody get a seat
C'mon, y'all
Sister Lilly may go back in the kitchen
'Cos she when it get through, I need to eat
I mustn't
Fix me collard greens and cornbread and rice
Chicken breast, ox tails on the side
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Deacon Underwood get my Bentley ready
'Cos when it get through
I need a ride, oh, come on
Doctor West, count the money, count the money
Come back and tell us what you raised
Well, had to find another, did you
I got the people, they looking for some blessings
First God gotta get the praise
C'mon, y'all
See, there's an old saying
When the praises go up, you get the blessing coming down
I got some peoples in the church
God almighty look at 'em they messing around
Lord, have mercy come on, come on
Hell naw to the naw, naw, naw
Hell to the naw
Hell to the naw to the naw, naw, naw
Listen
I got peoples in the church smokin' weed, drinkin' whiskey
They drinkin' a lot of gin
What you say
I got the preacher with the night prayer leading
Talking about, can
I get a amen, c'mon
Early Sunday morning 'bout a quarter and a half past the ten, yeah
I got some people they comin' off the street
God almighty look at 'em, they strollin' in
They need help
They layin' at the altar
They confessin' their sins
Come my way
Time you see 'em
Monday morning
They doing the same thing again
Hypocrite, hypocrite
Hell naw, come on to the naw, naw, naw
Hell to the naw
Hell to the naw to the naw, naw, naw
Listen
Tattoo
Got kids dropping out of school
Talking about they don't want to learn
Yet they're standing on the corner rolling blunts
Talking about, come on let's burn
Y'all better get back to school
I got kids walking up and down the street
Pants hanging down around their knees
Pull them pants up
Talking about that they're looking for a job
When I see 'em jitter bug, I say please
Talk further
See all they ever talk about, brag about who got the biggest and the baddest gun
Time they see the copper with the bubble top
They drop the gun they want to run
Put them guns down
And now the sheriff got 'em locked up, hah
They sitting in the county jail
Oh, that's a shame
I heard their mama she was crying all night
She can't get no money for the bail
Come on
And now they're mad with the home boys
'Cos they didn't put no money in the commissary
Free to go, naw
Be glad you're in the jail, brother man
You were sure headed for the cemetery
C'mon, wait
See, there's an old saying that a hard head make a soft behind, yeah
Well, since you did the crime go and do the time
Stop the baby crying
Come on, come on
Hell naw to the naw, naw, naw
Hell to the naw
Hell to the naw to the naw, naw, naw
Listen
When people talk about ya all you gotta do is let 'em talk much as they please
That what they gon' do, y'all
'Cos all you gotta do is get down on your knees
Tell the Lord about it
You tell God about it and I guarantee that He will never leave you alone, yeah
All you gotta do is tell the Devil
Hell naw, won't you leave me 'lone
Devil, leave
Hell naw, come on, wait
To the naw, naw, naw
Come on, come on
Hell to the naw to the naw, naw, naw
Hell, naw, naw
To the naw-naw
To the naw, naw, naw-naw
To the naw-naw
To the naw-naw
To the, hell to the naw-naw
Come on, aah, to the naw-naw
Naw, naw
Hell to the naw
Naw, naw, naw, naw
Hell to the naw, naw
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