End Time

His sermons are like earthquakes Shaking members' emotions on Sunday morning For his words penetrate hearts like spears He sings, jumps and roars Moves his hands like a kung fu master And church sister "Mary" falls beneath his zipper to swallow blessings A snake crawling silently at every night club Popping bottles and kissing new church members A new type of deliverance has begun He smokes, rubs and dances to every love song But Sunday he dresses up in coat suit and neck-tie Neglecting and forbidden the other side of life For the weekend, he is a monster at samoa bar Jamming to 'Tumba in the ragga' and 'Trap Anthem' Jumping excitingly from one corner to another A goat with a color of a sheep A man whose words are 'Do what I say but don't do what I do' Fan of big buttocks and round titties