Dylan Ross - What You Sellin lyrics

What you sellin preacherman I ain't buyin that sh** Hate me cause I'm in my right mind and I'm fine with it Yeah you're wife is kinda fine but I got a fine b**h Got the zondervan KJV with the index Wide margin full of scribbles every service all I think about is all the hoes in Sunday school and how I'd rather be diggin em out Lining em up and makin em spread they a**holes open lickin em out f**in off in the youthgroup hall and boostin all the sh** up out it Back in 2003 it was all about that grapetree And in 2006 i was cross movement than a b**h Dylan place a cornerstone when he go build a building b**h Cornerstone was always stupid so I never went to it I didn't want to go . I never wanted to go. Plenty many b**hes got raped there, whataya know What's the newsboy I hit you with the Toby Mac ya know I saw ya dc talkin to the blues boy How they fillin up all the pews All these people look like they're on dog food Everybody here look severely f**ed up in the head But I know it's just the surgery that god do We bout to play a game of dead alive I put this beam up in your eye and hit you with the Matthew 7:5 Wait . I'm bout to make you pray with open eyes In your office with your head back spillin lies Wait . You bout to meet your fate . Jesus woulda flipped your money changing table over out the gate What you sellin preacherman I ain't buyin that sh**