[Instrumental Intro] [Verse] (This is for This is for This is, this is) This is for them gambling addicted Methamphetamine afflicted Christians Living in a system Sin on the billboard Sex on the interstate Evil we imitate Drugs on the dinner plate Cash rules everything around our town p**no magazines pave our ground A C-note for the preteen though Sex slave depraved in the lost and found The lost get found Straight out of Vegas Don't forget us when you're thinking on your pray list Tryin' add a little light of the Christ And some day to your night And some sight to your playlist In a forlorn feast of the faithless But where sin abounds, is where grace is Keep praying for the family of faith Raising kids in this Sin City homeostasis Seen my first stripper at the age of five Car seat kids better close they eyes A tourist happily steps off of the Greyhound Bus But he lost his life He ain't dead He'll just spend the next 10 years on crack But he loves these lights Jackpots coming soon- Love these lies; Husbands leave cause they love these wives Step one: Better die first Holy Ghost come alive in the verse Send an old man to the dirt Flesh in a hearse Better tell Nicodemus that he needs a rebirth! Ey, you trying to be “Born Again?” Then start where the crown of thorns begin Him crucified in the worst for His Bride in the church But early on the third, watch Him rise from the Earth I couldn't live lukewarm ‘cause He'll puke on Hell with my soul… (Man, that's so Laodicean) That means it's better to be either one of these 400 degrees or be frozen Fire shut up in my bones So we're living hot (hot hot hot) Like the bottom of the oven Holy Ghost fell down on the day of Pentacost And the Lost heard the talk turn cloven Livin' in the New Testament It's best to get the truth about this flesh you're in The city ain't a friend to me And the enemy's not Black, White, Asian, or Mexican So, wrestle not against the flesh Hulk Hogan Fear ain't a factor Joe Rogan Cheat d**h with the R-E-S-U-double R-E-C-T-I-O-N (O-N)