Insane Clown Posse - Guess My Religion Lyrics






Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4]

Ain’t that a bitch?
The church house getting rich
And I’m looking like dookie on a stick
As soon as I walked in, they couldn’t wait
To pass that fat ass collection plate
And before I could stick my dollar in
The ushers were making rounds again
To get there, I had to hitch a ride
And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
Telling me it’s for the homeless and those with no where to go
But at night, the church doors close
The poor get a cup of soup if they lucky
While the pastor peeps a flat screen in a mink Snuggy
He says he talks to God on Facebook
The congregation meets, they’re cheaters, the whole place crooks
I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4]

I got to talk about these snakes behind the pulpit
‘Cause they full of that bullshit
It’s no wonder they think they large
With these motherfucking members treating they ass like gods
They pulled a man out a wheelchair
He backflipped across the stage, into the back to get paid
Took his act to the next town, more money made
It ain’t even real wine, it’s Kool-Aid
Half the choir hit the weed that morning
They can’t help it, church is fucking boring
I’m sick and tired of my homies getting killed
And the pastor saying that “It’s God’s will.”
Fuck the enemy is what I said
I won’t turn the other cheek, bitch
I’ll bust your head
Put your hands on me, and shit gets scary
I’m a put your ass in a cemetery
It’s so much about religion I find odd
It’s no middleman between me and my God
I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4]

Just because you got a collar and big book
Don’t mean that you ain’t a sick crook
So many ways to be misled and get played
Who are you to tell me when I’m saved?
Real believers would practice what they preach
And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
Another reason people ain’t repenting
The church house be having some fine ass women in it
And that’s why the preacher can’t spread the word of the Lord
Cause he be looking just as hard
It’s the blind trying to lead the blind
And you wonder why people are so behind
Pedophiles, you don’t want the truth
He’s jacking off on the side of the confession booth
All this shit is way out of hand
Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
You getting mad cause I’m questioning your merit
But bitch, dammit, if the shoe fit, wear it
I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

Why is everybody always playing with God?
There’s no right or no wrong way to believe
Why is everybody always playing with God?
It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead [x2]

Yeah, some of you motherfuckers phony as hell
Jumping up and down, catching the Holy Ghost
Spinning all up in the air and shit
When you hoes fall on me, I’m going to knock you smooth out

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t even playing
Fake fucks, coming to church on Sunday with a motherfucking hangover and shit
Still drunk, selling weed in the pews
I see you bitch

Why is everybody always playing with God?
There’s no right or no wrong way to believe
Why is everybody always playing with God?
It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead [x2]

Why is everybody always playing with God? (continuous)

Sniffing coke in the bathrooms
Spiking the holy water

Fake ass nuns
Half you hoes dancing players

I see you hoes, turning tricks in the back
You bitches

Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a last pastor (I think)

Trying to squeeze a little boy’s ass cheeks
Keep your dick out them choir boys you fucking perv

Fucking old ass pedophiles

I seen the preacher’s car parked outside the Sunrise Health Spa

There goes your donation money
Hookers and crack
Hookers and crack
Amen, you fucking bitches

And all these poor ass old people don’t know any better
Giving all their money to that snake on the stage

Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac
Stretched-out classic Brougham

And a big ass rug and rings, with a derby on
And a big ass chinchilla stretched all the way down to his ankle bones
You fucking hoes
G-damn crooks

Amen!
But let the whole congregation sing!





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  1. H.... O....

    Went to two different private Christian schools in elementary school. First school the vice principal embezzled the money and it was closed... 2nd school the preacher embezzled all the money and it closed forcing me to attend public school from then on. Opens my fucking eyes!!!!

  2. D.... C....

    I have been listening since carnival of carnage in 92-93 ish & after all these years they are still dropping what needs to be said
    Fuck yes & I'll probably be listening till I drop dead

  3. G.... N....

    This is a preaty explicitly spiritual song unlike other song where there heavily relying on gruesome and violent imagery and inserting there messages in it they are simply taking there message and giving it to you straight simple and blunt without relying on there typical horrorcore imagery.

  4. T.... D....

    I LOVE YOU ICP!!!! WHOOP WHOOP MMFCL4LIFE

  5. J.... K....

    Much better than the Willie D version

  6. A.... H....

    I grewed up in church. I totally get it.

  7. C.... H....

    It seems like his problem isn't with God, it seems like it's with church

  8. d.... m....

    Took Willie d 's song

    d.... m....

    @donald ragler Willie D was well compensated....
    lol





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    d.... m....

    @jerry mitchell he should have been

  9. d.... o....

    SO I dont know what the fuck t think.I believe in God.They make good points.I'll always believe in God.I don't knw anymore.They give their money to churches..

  10. 6.... ....

    I've posted these lyrics on a couple sites so far.  These aren't 100% correct, but they're what I hear.  One note, y'all - God is always capitalized.  When you're talking about gods, as in more than one, it's not.  When we speak of Him, every time we write about Him, His name is capitalized.  Let's be sure to show Him the love we all have for Him.  MMFCL

    Why is everybody always playing with God? (x4)

    Ain’t that a bitch?
    The church house getting rich
    And I’m looking like dookie on a stick
    As soon as I walked in, they couldn’t wait
    To pass that fat ass collection plate
    And before I could stick my dollar in
    The ushers were making rounds again
    To get there, I had to hitch a ride
    And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
    Telling me it’s for the homeless and those with nowhere to go
    But at night, the church doors close
    The poor get a cup of soup if they lucky
    While the pastor peeps a flat screen in a mink Snuggy
    He says he talks to God on Facebook
    The congregation meets, they’re cheaters, the whole place crooks
    I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
    You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

    Why is everybody always playing with God? (x4)

    I got to talk about these snakes behind the pulpit
    ‘Cause they full of that bullshit
    It’s no wonder they think they large
    With these motherfucking members treating they ass like gods
    They pulled a man out a wheelchair
    He backflipped across the stage, into the back to get paid
    Took his act to the next town, more money made
    It ain’t even real wine, it’s Kool-Aid
    Half the choir hit the weed that morning
    They can’t help it, church is fucking boring
    I’m sick and tired of my homies getting killed
    And the pastor saying that “It’s God’s will."
    Fuck the enemy is what I said
    I won’t turn the other cheek, bitch
    I’ll bust your head
    Put your hands on me, and shit gets scary
    I’m a put your ass in a cemetery
    It’s so much about religion I find odd
    It’s no middleman between me and my God
    I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
    You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

    Why is everybody always playing with God? (x4)

    Just because you got a collar and big book
    Don’t mean that you ain’t a sick crook
    So many ways to be misled and get played
    Who are you to tell me when I’m saved?
    Real believers would practice what they preach
    And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
    Another reason people ain’t repenting
    The church house be having some fine ass women in it
    And that’s why the preacher can’t spread the word of the Lord
    Cause he be looking just as hard
    It’s the blind trying to lead the blind
    And you wonder why people are so behind
    Pedophiles, you don’t want the truth
    He’s jacking off on the side of the confession booth
    All this shit is way out of hand
    Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
    You getting mad cause I’m questioning your merit
    But bitch, dammit, if the shoe fit, wear it
    I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
    You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

    Why is everybody always playing with God?
    There’s no right or no wrong way to believe
    Why is everybody always playing with God?
    It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead (x2)

    Yeah, some of you motherfuckers phony as hell
    Jumping up and down, catching the Holy Ghost
    Spinning all up in the air and shit
    When you hoes fall on me, I’m going to knock you smooth out

    I don’t give a damn, I ain’t even playing
    Fake fucks, coming to church on Sunday with a motherfucking hangover and shit
    Still drunk, selling weed in the pews
    I see you bitch

    Why is everybody always playing with God?
    There’s no right or no wrong way to believe
    Why is everybody always playing with God?
    It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead (x2)

    Why is everybody always playing with God? (continuous)

    Sniffing coke in the bathrooms
    Spiking the holy water

    Fake ass nuns
    Half you hoes dancing players

    I see you hoes, turning tricks in the back
    You bitches

    Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a last pastor (I think)

    Trying to squeeze a little boy’s ass cheeks
    Keep your dick out them choir boys you fucking perv

    Fucking old ass pedophiles

    I seen the preacher’s car parked outside the Sunrise Health Spa

    There goes your donation money
    Hookers and crack
    Hookers and crack
    Amen, you fucking bitches

    And all these poor ass old people don’t know any better
    Giving all their money to that snake on the stage

    Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac
    Stretched-out classic Brougham

    And a big ass rug and rings, with a derby on
    And a big ass chinchilla stretched all the way down to his ankle bones
    You fucking hoes
    G-damn crooks

    Amen!
    But let the whole congregation sing!

  11. D.... H....

    Been loving this song.tired of evil using and twisting gods word to benifit!. A lot of fame needs to hear this message.whoop whoop

    D.... H....

    whoop whoop

  12. l.... s....

    jay give way to many examples of christian symbols and etc to say he is anything but

    l.... s....

    Violet J has a tattoo of Jesus on the cross on his right arm

  13. K.... ....

    welcome brother, Im In N/A I consider myself a Christian, and Im a Juggalo.....glad u found sobriety.....

  14. S.... ....

    God Bless You, or what they say :-) Whoop Whoop

  15. C.... F....

    listen. i jus started reading the big book. i've been hooked on crack and heroin for 6 years. im 22. i've got 8 days of sobriety and this shit helps a lot. life CAN be enjoyable. keepin it for real for real. i wana go to heaven with my homies. WHOOP WHOOP!

    C.... F....

    Colin Farmer i wanna go to a circus heaven aint real there is no god good luck on your sobriety

    C.... F....

    @Don Brown There is no God huh? You must be the smartest motherfuckin human being to know such shit.

  16. M.... T....

    Nice one matey....love the picture at then end.