Sick Sermon

Here we go again
 Hear the preaching stylings of a faithless man
 Hair's thick, but words are just as thin
 I don't forgive, I forget your sins
 You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
 Middle finger ain't pointing
 I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
 A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
 Those who can do, those who can't just meek
 Sick sermon with a sick backbeat
 Getting nowhere fast
 Is a slow, slow, slow process
 But the wits better come out quick
 I don't forgive, I forget your sins
 You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
 Middle finger ain't pointing, yeah
 I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
 A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
 All those who can do, those who can't just meek
 Sick sermons with a sick backbeat
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 My altar's replate
 With cheap ass wine and stained sheets
 My prayers trip up off my teeth
 I don't forgive, I forget your sins
 You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
 Middle finger ain't pointing, whoa!
 I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
 A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
 All those who can do, those who can't just meek
 Sick sermons with a sick backbeat
 Woo!
 Alright, let's go, go
 Woo!