You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
In front of the pastor
But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya
Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan
So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on
I'm don juan in this and when i've done won and shit
Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared
Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them
If your mind is on sex you must got esp then
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
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