Artist: The Boss Hog Barbarians Album: Every Hog Has Its Day Song: Rev. Getright Typed by: email@example.com [Celph Titled] Let's take 'em to the churches!! Chicken...bitch! [J-Zone] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We have a special guest preacher Reverend Getright, on his way to the pulpit to read the daily word Hoes, haters, and heathens, please take note. Thank you Ha! In the words of my man Doughboy: "You don't go to church to catch no bitches!" Reverend Getright, c'mon! [Verse 1: Celph Titled] You better respect the reverend, get your ass in them church pews I came prepared for holy water, wearin' a surf suit (Haha) The Lord giveth and taketh away and I'm cravin' for Sister May To bake a cake today, bitch, you got nathan to say! The plate's comin', and the usher is near (Huh!) Took twenty dollars out your paycheck to pay for my beers (Yeah) These six-pack, no grape juicin' crackers Only wanted to have Faith when that bitch was fatter Don't ask for forgiveness here without knowin' the business (Nah) 'Cause all you gotta do is watch me rap to become a Jehova's Witness (HEHEHEH) Possessed by demons, sometimes I'm like the Devil's son A sight from hell that'll make Reverend Run's favorite reverend run No matter if it's Sunday service or Wednesday Mass I'm in the back with choir girls, and I'm up in they ass! Muthafucka, I'm a church-made Hugh Hef' And this beat got more high-hats than eight-foot chefs (Holla!) [Chorus: Celph Titled] Good God Almighty, say HALLELUJAH! Bitches rejoice, the Church got a new voice Reverend Get-Getright, uh-oh, oh no! Come one, come all, but we ain't savin' NO hoes! [Verse 2: Celph Titled] These bitches ain't goin' to Heaven (No) No dogs go to Heaven, only hogs go to Heaven, and I...stay packin' them heaters They thought I meant basketball when I said I was shootin' baskets on Easter Stupid! Bitch, if you're a virgin or a whore, it's not important (No) Ain't talkin' music when I say I push pipe in the organ (Yes!) Jesus Christ, my AK shoots enormous Jump through your window, call it my breakthrough performance (Hahahaha!) Smack the deacon for blasphemous speakin' He broke the tenth Pimp Commandment Took a ho off her stroll 'cause she was leakin' (Bitch) It's never that time of the month, it's always that time of the month A bitch can always suck a nut, cough it up, cough up my bucks (Uh!) Now lets join for prayer, everybody join us here All my hoes come off the track, even Jackie Joyner's here (Hey!) Put your hand on the Bible, bend your knees and kneel And I'ma smack you on the head, BITCH YOU BEEN HEALED! [Chorus] [Break: J-Zone] Hey, man...word is, you the best reverend in Tampa Heh, Tampa's the dirty dirty. Show me how the Dirty South do it! [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Bitch, get back goin' tit for tat With the big-dick, pimpin' mack, what you think of that? When I'm gettin' scratch, chick lick the sac I'm just hittin' that ass Wouldn't warn you hoes, wouldn't ever know when a jiggalo Makin' the roll, just takin the dough From a ho, stroll all night, alright It's a no-go, we don't want no Joe to smoke you The homo, no freebies, no free CD's The whole species contaminated with VD's X-rated, please, no PG DVD's, don't touch my BVD's Bitch, get a clue of who's who I'm two for two, nigga, who woulda knew? Your crew is a spoof, losin' a tooth from Hula-Hoops Town-ass muthafuckas, bow down to the mouth master The house is out, bring mad ruckus Plus keep guns tucked into outfits, we 'bout it, 'bout it With a foul-mouth attitude, shoot gats at you Any rapper crew, I thought you faggots knew I'll smack a bitch in two, and that's what I HAD to do, ho! "My, my, my, my...I believe the Lord spoke to our hearts tonight A-A-A-Amen"