| Lyrics: | "Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me,
Give God the first portion of
your income. Give it first!
Not after deducts, not after the social security, and the
hospitilization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these
things on your check you say,
I'm gonna give God a little what's
left. You do, and that's what you gonna get from God."
Who am I? I'm not the Devil
I can take you to my level
Above the rocks, above
the earth
Tell me what your soul is worth
How much money do you make?
How much will
you let me take?
I will give you tranquilty
Just send your wealth and checks to me
Life is going to expire
And your soul will burn in fire
You will perish in the
thunder
Unless you call my hotline number
God has asked you to make me rich
Me and my
fat-whack gaudy bitch
On your T.V.'s late at night
Send those checks and I'll guide you to
the light
"Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's
somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan.
Jonathan, say hello to
the lovely people, (hello). Jonathan has
problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine,
but we can heal
this boy. For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!"
God had called me and then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna die
Unless you
buy my holy water
Check, cash, or a money order
This is true, don't question me
I'll
even send you shit for free
It's only ten bucks for the call
And I'll send a prayer, no
charge at all
Put your lips up to the screen
Close your eyelids and intervene
Your
lips to mine, now send the cash
And while you're there, you can |
