I`m Goin` Out Lika Soldier Lyrics

I`m Goin` Out Lika Soldier lyrics

Pastor: 
Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara 
And who is this? You new here,
ain't you brother? 

Willie D: 
Yep 

Pastor: 
Well welcome
to Mount Paid in Full 
God sure is good, ain't he? 

Willie D:

Sure is 

Pastor: 
Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables
in this here cup 
And pass all your other metal objects to brother Swaggert

You can pick em up over there on the other side 

Willie D: 
What,
y'all having a problem with weapons or something in Church? 

Pastor:

No, brother, it's just that Pastor Gimme don't want no change in the

church 

Verse 1: 
Ain't that a bitch, the churchhouse getting
rich 
But I'm looking like dookie on a stick 
As soon as I walked in,
they couldn't wait 
To pass that goddamned collection plate 
And before I
could stick my dollar in 
The ushers were making rounds again 
To get
there I had to hitch a ride 
And these motherfuckers talking about 20
percent in tithes 
Telling me it's for the homeless, and those 
With
nowhere to go, but at night the church door is closed 
Now you can come as
you are 
But you better be sharp as a tack, with a new car 
Cause if you
ain't got that cash 
Watch them so-called Christians talk about your ass

I don't give a fuck about your blessings 
You want to know my religion,
why don't you guess it 

Chorus: (2x) 
Why's everybody keep playing
with God? 

Verse 2: 
I gotta talk about these clowns behind the
pulpit 
Cause they full of that bullshit 
It's no wonder they think they
large 
With these motherfucking members treating they ass like God 
But
they ain't God cause God loves everybody 
But Baptist preachers, they
backslide 
When it comes to Muslims they ain't got no love 
Now what you
motherfuckers scared of? 
That niggas will abandon your vision 
And say
don't give me that old time religion 
I'm sick and tired of my homies
getting killed 
And the pastor's saying that it's God's will 
Fuck the
enemy, yo I don't love him 
That's why I cut for the motherfucking Muslims

Put your hands on me and shit gets scary 
I'm a put your ass in a
cemetary 
Now you'll call me Judas and say I ain't right 
But fuck you
bitch, they talk about Christ 
I don't give a fuck about your blessings

You want to know my religion why don't you guess it 

Chorus (2x)


Verse 3: 
Now I know why my daddy don't go no more 
The church
ain't nothing but a fashion show 
They going to meet and greet and peep and
gaze 
They ain't trying to get saved 
Cause if they was they'd practice
what they preached 
And praise the Lord more than one day out the week

Maybe that's why a nigga ain't repenting 
The churchhouse be having some
fine ass women in it 
And that's why the preacher can't spread the word of
the Lord 
Cause he be looking just as hard 
It's the blind trying to lead
the blind 
And you wonder why niggas is so behind 
I can stay my ass at
the crib and watch the game 
If I want to be entertained 
Cause this shit
done got out of hand 
Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand 
You
get mad cause I'm questioning your merit 
But goddamnit if the shoe fit, wear
it 
I don't give a fuck about your blessings 
You want to know my religion
why don't you guess it 

Chorus (4x) 

This song was inspired by all
you so-called saved motherfuckers out there 
The ones thats backsliding

You sinner free motherfuckers that be 
Jumping up and down in church
every Sunday and shit getting the Holy Ghost 
But I'm a let you
motherfuckers know 
If one of you hoes fall on me, I'm a knock your ass
smooth out 
I don't give a damn, I'm straight up with it 
But some of you
motherfuckers be 
Going out to the club on Saturday and shit 
And coming
to church with a motherfucking hangover 
And oh yeah, all you motherfucking
parents 
That's talking about Willie D is a bad influence on your kids

Fuck you hoes, raise your own motherfucking kids 
I ain't no
motherfucking role model 
You be your motherfucking kid's role model,
motherfucking loser 
Yeah, just when a nigga start getting a piece of this
apple pie 
In America, you hoes want to start lining against rap

Smashing up tapes and shit, what you want us to do 
Start by climbing
through your motherfucking windows 
In the middle of the night? 
You
better speed on before you get peed on 
Now let the congregation say Amen