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Leave that Shit at Church

 “A bitch left her drink to go shake her ass
It got spiked now I’m videotaping that ass,
 “Doing sexual shit I know she wouldn’t do
I made copies and passed them out-now her rep is through,

 “That was last week and I put it up on the club’s big screen
She ran out crying and haven’t been seen,
 “Come to find out it was my neighbor’s preacher’s mama
Tomorrow at church it will be some real drama,

 “Next week his pimping preaching ass came to the club
With the congregation, but they was showed no love,
 “Music didn’t stop-asses continued to drop
And Hennessy was still poured on the rocks,

 “He spotted me turned up in the VIP
Slapping a phat ass that was twerking in front of me,
 “He started preaching damnation and wouldn’t motherfuckin quit
I had to stop my twerking twilight from busting him in his shit,

 “I told pastor you need to keep your old ass mama out of the club
And being up on motherfuckas like a flash flood,
 “If you didn’t know-she’s just a tired whore
Always riding that invisible dick when on the dance floor,

 “But that dick became real when a motherfucka slipped her the pill
And her ass got passed around like a Ferris wheel,
 “So pastor you and your sanctified crew
Need to raise the fuck up, before these bullets come through,

 “He said you wanna get gospel gangsta and pulled his piece
That’s when I knocked his monkey ass off his feet,
 “One of the mothers attempted to throw a right hook
But lost her dentures from the stripper’s foot,

 “It may have been two motherfuckas now against twelve
But our fight game was giving them holy hell,
 “The pastor couldn’t get his ass off the floor
And started calling on Jesus when I begin kicking him some more,

 “The stripper hit a deacon across the face with a chair
He dropped his switchblade as blood flew everywhere,
 “Swung purses, Bible verses and cussing mixed with the music
Until club security and the police rushed over to end it”.
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