[Chorus: Khary]
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do, my Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You

[Verse 1: Khary]
Can we be faithful? Even if fate's full of liars
Church hired, I attended in grade school
Couldn't be made cool, mother thought we needed it
Before Wikipedia had got me by without reading it
Now I just Google search Jesus Christ, and the Crucifix
In the tab next to porn, rap blogs, and the newest kicks
Our foolishness, haha! I made it far without a father
If I don't believe in yours, there's no need to be a martyr
Since Rick Ross is popping mollies in a drink
I ain't the only elephant in the room who needs a shrink
Blinking your missile blessing, please, no more Bible lessons
See, I been stressing, questioning the sea, that's when He's helping me
Uh, is my development arrested?
Yeah, not a Catholic, but I'm confessing
That these King James scriptures got me tired, feeling dyslexic
From the fact that I can feel no connections... damn
[Chorus: Khary]
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do, my Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You

[Verse 2: Khary]
My mother pinched the skin of my thigh, damn, I fell asleep
But I can't help to pass out in wooden seats when pastor speaks
I only hope that he's practicing what he preach
I hope he doesn't have a wife, that he's married and probably beats
Like Dr. Dre headphones, uh, looking for placement, nah
Never been baptized, clearly the son of Satan
Shun me, shun me, don't Holy Water my dreams
Stevie Wonder promised me there's a place where the sun beams
For everyone, for anyone
Surprised church offerings don't have a minimum
Get a gun, a Cinnabon, half the choir got diabetes
Don't believe me till they're at their own funerals leaning to no more singing
I mean, I'll probably have a midlife crisis full of vices
Just hope I find where Christ is before I find where the knife is
Inclined to look towards the sky, but never face it
If Heaven had a staircase, we'd all fall down wasted
[Chorus: Khary]
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do, my Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You

[Verse 3: Khary]
I know I'm not perfect, and I'm not trying to be, though
But if God exists, then we're reflections of his ego
Did Moses part seas in a robe, or a speedo?
Would Jesus look fly on the cross in a tuxedo?
Vanity, I asked for answers, but vanity's what he handed me
I can't, can it be? 'Cause my canopy's calling candidly
Mechanically, Candy Land can't be feeling far away from fantasy
Ruled by praying, so, bow down for your anarchy
Humans need purpose, I think that's why they made it
My mother's past word was purposeful, so, I obeyed it
I wonder what the suicide rate is on a slave ship
Wait, give 'em God, give 'em God, they can take it
Check back at 30 when my credit score's nice
And does Heaven have an opening? 'Cause I applied twice
I know you're disappointed, but I ain't your only son
These are just my views on religion at 21
[Outro: The Specs Almighty]
When you do good, that's God
When you do bad, that's the Devil
When you at the local strip club, and you got your last dollar, this month's rent
And you puttin' it in that stripper's G-string... that's the Devil
But when you getting that Grammy, that MTV award
You know who you better thank; you'd better thank God! You'd better thank God
Now, bow your heads, as I count my bread
The Lord knows, and you know, we're sacrilegious
Amen