Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus
The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha
After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them
Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing
So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something
On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her
Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.
I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter
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