We've made the transcendent man-centered, hand-stand gimmick
Scam clinic meant to expand this pandemic
The most valuable thing is a handful of dirt
But we've lost this, time for an Amber Alert
Danger, Danger
There's strangers in the pasture
And painfully, it may be the face of your favorite pastor
Quotes your favorite chapter, soaked with praise and laughter
But listen close, what is he mostly chasing after
Does it revolve around earthly desire or worship intended to making you high
Does it call you to prefer the Messiah or feeling guilty for not paying your tithe
These are the questions I needed to ask cuz the answer could be what's increasing His wrath
Preachers secreting deceit but retreat from the sheep will distinguish the wheat from the chaff
They fascinate the classes and emasculate the masses
Harassing us to pass the plate—a trap to pay their taxes
They take the axe of faith and decapitate the grace of our God
The more you give the more you get, they forge and twist and make it a law
In Galatians, Paul defines and gives the Gospel
Give an inch of compromise, the consequences are colossal
Children of Diablo, filthy, scheming lies flow
Tell us we can be as God and people screaming "Bravo!"
And yes, I know a couple rhymes can't exhaust this
Goes back when Justin Martyr compromised with the gnostics
With opposition, yes the pressure is intense if
You wanna make friends make the Gospel less offensive
And turn a blessing into everything instead of Christ
Forget about a bloody cross they want a better life
The flesh'll fight but seeing me pump that messy hype
Is like that white man thinking he could jump with Wesley Snipes
They isolate Scriptures, no contextual perimeters
Pulpits are filled with women and homosexual ministers
But this here, I won't condone one iota
I'm a true protestant who holds to 5 Solas
The church has abandoned the truth of the Cannon, they stand at the ladder to climb into heresy
Spiritual famine is bruising this land and they gather to shatter the Bible's inerrancy
This is a warning to run so you never fall under the spell of the liberal
God is in love with His justice, He'll never acquit the wicked so know hell will be literal
So put your trust in the sovereign, risen King
Who doesn't owe you one cotton-picking thing
And yet He still promises to furnish His disciples
But we take what He's created and we turn them into idols
I'll never back down so how can I keep it in
But you'll never see me preaching the sin of TBN
Spirit and truth is worship viewed in this chemistry
But some are spewing distorted views of the Trinity
They're with the enemy, their lies have been bought
Whether you like it or not, you will tithe or get shot
No reverence from these reverends, only pathetic benevolence
Who claims to heal without a shred of medical evidence
They're in the publics eye, lukewarm-er than kitchens
On live television saying Mormons are Christians
I'm not throwing stones, I'm simply shouting the truth
So, if you never knew, now you're without an excuse
If you still wanna play with them cards, then let's run em
Cuz even satan speaks through others like Jeff Dunham
So, who are you with denies a gray area
Don't make another preacher lie when they bury ya