Verse 1 - Earl Solow
First of all, your God wasn’t mine in Africa
So quit tellin’ me I’m a sinner cause I don’t subscribe to that
Fu-- that, fu-- you, who the fu-- are you?
To think you can tell me what the fu-- to do
To think you can tell me who the fu-- to be
Didn’t you used to get smashed and fu-- bitc-es back in BG
And you wasn’t about consummatin’ a marriage for shi-
The only thing you were married to was the next bitc- to ride your dick
I despise all of you punk as- hypocrites
With all of your off the wall antics
Then fall back on the word when you think it’s convenient
You punk motherfu--ers need to quit
Now you got the right to tell me to put my faith in
Something you shun, you basically spit in
You didn’t give a shi- when
You could give a fu-- less currently now or even then
But now you’re saved, called to the indignation
As you sweat in tears, parading in front of the congregation
I could never wear a cross around my neck
Or put one on my wall for posterity
The things I’ve seen you motherfu--ers do - ain’t nothing sacred
I’ve even seen her take off her wedding ring
Am I sayin' I’m a perfect man?
There was a time I was religious, way back when
Back in the day I used to say it went God then me in that order so I guess I am
Now that I lost the theology everybody wants to say I’m da-ned
It wasn’t planned, but I’ve had just about enough
Of the “I can fu-- up all week, but on Sunday I’m good” stuff
From that madness, I had to get away
So much of this shi- is flawed, I‘m not even sure this world should be saved

- Bless the track


Verse 2 - GMNT
Where the fu-- was God when my homie got smoked?
Is this just some motherfu--in’ hoax - a fu--in’ joke?
I screamed his name, my love for him was genuine
I really tried to live in his image
Why does he put us here and expect us not to do wrong?
Didn’t he make it possible for us to not get along?
By my calculation it’s all his fault anyway, I know you didn’t ask me
Just trace the shi- back via the transitive property of geometry
And let GMNT the P-O-P-E, continue to preach
It wasn’t the devil’s fault I sought to kill off that son of a bitc-
Sure wasn’t the lack of God in my life either
I know the difference between good and bad, but why bother
The nigga they took out was like a brother - that wasn’t right
So I took some ownership of the situation and personally took up the fight
Three more niggas dead, just the other night
My own good won out after all because of automatic personal might
Even though two wrongs don’t make a right, but ain’t nobody left
Cause right about now, I think I cleared out they whole fu--in’ sett
You was avenged my nigga, I did my job
And who’s to say I wasn’t the harbinger sent by God?
How are my methods any different than capital punishment?
I used manmade law/took supernatural into my own hands
It ain’t shi-, motherfu--ers do it every day
Killin’ in the name
Or neglectin the word, pickin’ it up when it applies
Proves your case and turns my interpretation into lies
Words of contradiction used to control mortals
I believe it’s all fiction - really long books of morals
Cause you know how we always gotta have something to believe in
Something to fall back on to explain shi- when it’s just too hard to keep thinkin’

- Bless the track


Verse 3 - E Luv
Do I believe in God?
In a word, no, what, you find that kinda odd?
Back off - organized motherfu--in’ religion is just not for me
Okay which God do you wish for me to die off and see
The one you interpreted to say all this
I guess your interpretation’s where it’s at
I believe in one force
I call it True Love, but motherfu--ers can’t respect that - you call it wack
Everybody wants to prove me wrong, but you can’t - you want me to conform
And this is so much more than me just not wanting to follow the norm
The whole rest of the world believes in something pretty seriously
I’m not about to balk on these feelings, isn’t it eerie some call it blasphemy
No matter how much good I do, because I don’t believe in you
I’m treated like I don’t know what the fu-- I’m doing - always being talked to
- Talked at
Right about now, everybody needs to step the fu-- back
This preacher once told me that when I die
I should expect my as- to burn twice
Unless I give myself over God and take Jesus Christ
As my personal lord and savior - now isn’t that just nice
What the fu-- are they gonna do after the first time - reapply my fu--in’ skin
Fu-- all that, it’s another inaccuracy, straight bullshi-
What if in my heart, I truly felt I was Jewish or Muslim
Does that mean because I don’t follow one, my afterlife is nonexistent - it’s dim?
If so, I ask the steadfast and righteous - which one is right?
Hold up, lemme bring bitc- as- Osama Bin Laden to this fight
Then we can debate this thing the whole fu--in’ night
We’ll find more similarities than differences which in itself is tight
You don’t necessarily want to go into the light at the end of the tunnel
Ask the Native Americans how bright it was under someone else’s control

- Bless the track