Tonalità: G major
Verse 1
G
Em
Let ask you, when someone
goes into that chapel
and they fall on their knees
and they pray to God
that their wife doesn't miscarry,
or that their daughter
doesn't bleed to death,
G
or that their mother doesn't suffer
Em
acute neural trauma
G
from post -operative shock,
Em
G
Em
who do you think they're praying to?
I have an MD from Harvard.
I have been awarded citations
G
Em
from seven different medical boards
G
in New England.
Em
You asked me if I have a God complex.
G
Em
G
Let me tell you something. I am
Em
God.
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
Is it that you went to college
and you got a degree?
While I'm laying here suffering in misery
And I'm wondering
what the fuck you gonna do to me?
Could it be that you the evil
G
one that's in disguise?
Em
G
Or an undercover killer
taking innocent lives?
Em
Trying to play God,
G
pull you out your place
Em
G
Cause you're nothing but an angel
that fell from grace
Em
You was thinking that the whole
wide world was yours
But when it rains,
motherfucker best believe it
We're coming to challenge your authority
C
and threaten your place
Em
Through the sight of black monks,
you done fell from grace
You was thinkin' that the whole
wide world was yours
But when it rains,
motherfuckers believe it more
We comin' to challenge your authority
C
and threaten your place
Through the sight of black monks,
you done fell from grace
Em
Mr. Preacher Man, Mr. Preacher Man
You took advantage of your title
and the seat you ran
You done your dirt and tried to hide
G
Em
behind the work of the Lord
Wrote a check at Jim Baker,
G
couldn't even afford
Em
No longer standin' at the pulpit,
readin' books of John
You in the county callin' Tammy
to make your bond
Ain't no way that you could tell me
God speaks through you
C
Cause if he did you wouldn't
Em
do the kind of shit you do
Like Uncle Hugo, man,
don't get you a big ass brawl
You wouldn't think
about repentin'
when your dick was hard
I never trusted Robert Hilton
with his scandalous ass
C
Em
When they busted Jimmy Swaggart
I was first to laugh
Mr. Preacher, man, Mr. Preacher,
man I'm gettin' mixed signals,
G
what you tryin' to teach me?
Em
Dam n, you want eternal life?
Death is lookin' you in the face
In the eyes of the Father
G
you done fell from grace
Am
Em
So you was thinkin' that
the whole wide world was yours
But when it rains, mothafucka,
best believe it
We comin' to challenge your authority
C
and threaten your place
Em
Through the sight of black monks,
shoot and fell from grace
You was thinkin' that the whole
wide world was yours
But when it rains, mothafucka,
best believe it
We comin' to challenge your authority
C
and threaten your place
Em
Through the sight of black monks,
C
Em
shoot and fell from grace
Freeze!
G
Em
Get your monkey ass on the ground,
G
make a move and it's gone
Em
Now what the hell is wrong
with these fools?
G
Em
Cops love abusing their authority
Like they whole mission is to
G
pimp the minority
Em
That's the kind of shit
that made my man lose his nerve
Shot your partner,
made his head rollin' through the curb
You get a fuckin' badge
and wanna act a goddamn fool
Because you got your ass kicked
all through high school
So now you're trippin' on me
But you see I got nothin' for ya
Cause I don't for ya
You're sick, demented,
donut -scented
Straight up corrupt, yeah
I said it and I meant it
See, I respect the law
G
Em
I just can 't respect the
cowards that abuse it
G
Em
Twist and misuse it
Motherfuck you and the whole
damn department
I'm a tryin' not to lose face,
G
Em
but you're still fallin'
from grace
You was thinkin' that the whole
wide world was yours
But when it rains, mothafucka,
best believe it's yours
We comin' to challenge your authority
C
and threaten your place
Em
Through the sight of black monks,
you done fell from grace
You was thinkin' that the whole
wide world was yours
But when it rains, mothafucka,
best believe it's yours
We comin' to challenge your authority
C
and threaten your place
Em
Through the sight of black monks,
you done fell from grace
You was thinkin' that the whole
wide world was yours
This is Fiend,
what you was really thinking about,
kid?
You ain't God, man, you know what saying?
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