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letra de rev. getright - the boss hog barbarians

[celph t-tled]
let’s take ’em to the churches!!
chicken…b-tch!

[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 b-tches!”
reverend getright, c’mon!

[verse 1: celph t-tled]
you better respect the reverend, get your -ss 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, b-tch, 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 b-tch 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 h-ll that’ll make reverend run’s favorite reverend run
no matter if it’s sunday service or wednesday m-ss
i’m in the back with choir girls, and i’m up in they -ss!
m-th-f-cka, i’m a church-made hugh hef’
and this beat got more high-hats than eight-foot chefs (holla!)

[hook: celph t-tled]
good god almighty, say hallelujah!
b-tches 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 t-tled]
these b-tches 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! b-tch, if you’re a virgin or a wh0r-, 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’ (b-tch)
it’s never that time of the month, it’s always that time of the month
a b-tch 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’mma smack you on the head, b-tch you been healed!

[hook]

[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 t-tled]
b-tch, get back goin’ t-t for tat
with the big-d-ck, pimpin’ mack, what you think of that?
when i’m gettin’ scratch, chick l!ck the sac
i’m just hittin’ that -ss
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 h0m-, 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
b-tch, get a clue of who’s who
i’m two for two, n-gga, who woulda knew?
your crew is a spoof, losin’ a tooth from hula-hoops
clown–ss m-th-f-ckas, 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 att-tude, shoot gats at you
any rapper crew, i thought you f-ggots knew
i’ll smack a b-tch 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”

- the boss hog barbarians

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