[Intro]
I was killin’ it though
Why you like haha-ha
All praise to the king of glory
Who is the king of glory?

[Bridge 1]
Uh (Uh)
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[Verse 1]
Jesus called and told me enter the wicked gates
With dates with a list of names to eliminate
Renegades with big grenades
Then he went to say bigger grave is bigger Spain
Where every sinner slain would be thrown into the pit of shame
Like shrimp and steak from a dinner plate
The blood’ll be like lemonade drippin' from center stage
They’ll be in hell yellin’ out “Prison Rape”
Like Kid from Kid ‘n Play
There’s no way you should miss it
They probably shoulda hit the weights
I write characteristics of sinners’ fates
What you call it? Penetrate
What I just spit today is how believers in the Christian faith sound when they sound about hellfire and forget to mention grace
Don’t be a hypocrite with your religious ways like way back when you didn’t stay up in the club hittin’ splits for days while sippin’ that fifth of Ace
Don’t get that defensive face and try to skip the tape
Talkin’ ‘bout division when it’s hungry, people outside
But you spent all your outreach money on a Christmas plate
And the evangelical ministries’ mission states
‘We live to get ‘em saved, but all we do is sit and wait for the different names that we’ll condemn today.’ (Condemn today, condemn today)
Whoo
That’s how I feel (That’s how I feel, how I feel)
But we just gettin’ started
[Bridge 2]
Yeah
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[Verse 2]
I needed a beat to kill a demon on so I dropped to my knees and put Jesus on speakerphone
Told him satan’s lurkin’ round, and he won’t leave me alone
Told him I rebuke him but this time you need to keep him gone
The world I’m livin’ in is full of people singin’ songs glorifyin’ death
And really don’t know what they speakin’ on
They keep your name on they tongue but all I see is foam
And when I tell ‘em ‘bout you Lord it’s like I’m speaking ching-ching-yong
I’m leakin’ from a heated soul
Hopin’ it’ll reach your dome
Won’t keep it secret
Got a bible, but you read it wrong
Pushin’ weed at home to get money and to clean your chrome
And it’s easier for a camel to enter through the eye of a needle, homes
I say it cause I love you and it’s something you need to know
He can redeem your soul, but your intention is to bleed alone
But while you curse the name of God, we intercedin’ strong
Prayin’ that you see the throne and let our father’s kingdom come
Kingdom come
Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven (Is in heaven)
Yeah
Strap up (Strap up, strap up)
[Bridge 3]
Yeah
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[Verse 3]
These lyin’ triflin’ rhymers bite your ears Mike Tyson
Since your minds dyin’, it’s like you don’t mind dyin’
They suspended your life license
With stuff that don’t belong in yo’ head man like
Lice and the time strain
Well, the price is risin’
We’re blindsided with devastation it’s like crisis
But in the middle of tribulation and crisis
Don’t forget who Christ is
Come on body fight this
I’m in a room y’all with a foosball table
Playin’ soccer wit’ two balled-up papers of RuPaul and Snoop Dogg
Y’all playin’ blind to the truth dog but you’re really screamin’ “Demask us”
Like the route Paul took to find Christ
They say the bible was used to enslave us
But when I heard your voice, I ain’t read my bible in ages
In fact, I ain’t have a bible nowhere around me father
I ain’t have a bishop or a pastor with a righteous posture
Man, I was in a cave facin’ a mighty monster
The fact that I even survived is some type of wonder
My eyes are new
I hear lightning at the sight of thunder
Or Godly promises the covenant my life is under
You devil worshipers got spirits you can try to conjure
But all this power can’t amount to what my mind has conquered
All I gotta do is call the name of Christ, the father
And shove the entire kingdom of darkness inside a Honda (Inside a Honda, inside a Honda, inside a Honda)
[Bridge 4]
My name is Monty (My name is Monty, Monty)
Don’t mind me I-I-I’m just delivering bars (Bars, bars, bars)

[Verse 4]
Cat, cat, catch a devil by the leg and decapitate his head
While puttin’ him through a shredder when he’s dead
Tell him everything he said when you was a kid up under your bed
Now he’s scared because you got a vendetta
Whether he likes it or not
Tie up a knot with his left and his right arm
And right when it’s locked
Fold his body and put it tight in a box
Throw it right in the trunk of the first car that’s headed right for the Bronx, (Bow, bow, bow)
Jesus is the high king
He’s the reason that I might sing
I know that you be creepin’ with a bunch of demons in yo’ night dreams
But I’m tryna to take you to your father like Rafiki from the Lion King (Rafiki from the Lion King)
Are you sleepy? Do your stink?
Give me the mic and then wrap it up all of whatever you put in my face boy
Think I’m bleedin’ on the mic, please
Somebody call the ambulance ‘fore I stop breathin’ and I die
Sheesh
So let me tell you this story. Right?
Jesus cleansed my soul, like he cleansed me
And I started developin’ his character traits. Right?
I think I call it high gene
All my people on the right team
His eyes are like a blazin’ fire
He’s completin’ all my Visene
And she got on some tight jeans
But I’m leavin’ all my sin behind
Just like I’m leavin’ this rhyme scheme
Monty (Monty)
Monty (Monty)
I heard you got a couple dollars. Could you spot me?
Silver and gold have I not G
Especially if you finna go get you some Versace (Versace)
I know you wonderin’ why God would watch while a few shots pop on your block
Cause it does not seem like He cares
But did you ever consider that that one dude would have never got shot if the other dude never pulled the trigger?
See, the devil is a classified mastermind
He’ll have you kill a brother for a bag of fries
Whole family blamin’ God with the saddest cry
All the while he sittin’ back like, ‘How bad am I?’
He got this country all divided on some black and white
Like one is better than the other, what a tragic lie
And we supposed to love each other but this maggot lyin’ (Maggot lyin’)
Have you heard the word of the first sermon when the church first birthed into the earth
I need you to look at that
Peter’s a regular person but his work was burstin’
If you still searchin’, it’s in the book of Acts
So if you concerned with lost souls burnin’
And you developed an urge to see to hook ‘em back
It’s a hundred dudes sittin’ behind a hundred bars who deserve this word
Let’s serve Him, ain’t no lookin’ back (Lookin’ back, lookin’ back, lookin’ back)
Lookin’, lookin’, lookin’
It’s a hundred dudes sittin’ behind a hundred bars who deserve this word
Let’s serve Him, ain’t no lookin’ back (Lookin’ back, lookin’ back, lookin’ back)