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Eddie Griffin
Spoken Word
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Eddie Griffin
Songwriter
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Eddie Griffin
Producer
Lyrics
It's rough being a kid nowadays, man
You know what I mean?
The teachers is fuckin' 'em
The preachers is fuckin' 'em
No wonder the kids carry guns to school, they tired of gettin' fucked
Everywhere they turn, somebody got a dick for 'em
You know what I mean?
Now y'all just got this brother, uh, Eddie Long
Oh, don't "ooh" me, I didn't make this shit up, y'all seen the show
And you know at first I had to give
The brother the benefit of the doubt
You know what I mean?
I'm like, "Nah, black preachers don't fuck little boys"
That's the difference between a white church and a Black church
White churches fuck your son
Black church fuck your wife
If you going to church and your wife
Is constantly sitting on the front row
****, rev dick 'em down
So I'm like, "Nah, Eddie Long, they just talking shit
About this brother 'cause he making money with his church"
Then I seen one of the kids, remember he got on the news last week
And the kid was like, "You know, he can't look me in my eye"
And he looking dead in the camera, "He can't look me in my eye
He ain't no preacher, he's a predator
I couldn't take enough showers to get his scent off of me"
****, I'm sitting at home, I'm like
"****, sound like you was in love"
Shit, God gave that motherfucker preacher the right last name, "Long"
He been long stroking them little boys
And here's how I know the motherfucker guilty
'Cause he got up in the pulpit and talked for a half hour
Not one time did he say, "I didn't do it"
That motherfucker said, "I got five rocks and I ain't thrown one yet"
I said, "that's the gayest shit I ever heard in my life"
That **** didn't say, "I got five bullets
I ain't bust a cap on a motherfucker"
That **** said, "I got five rocks and I ain't thrown one yet"
And did you see how the **** dropped the mic?
I sat at home, I said, "he did it, he did it"
He pulled out his pole of Moses, parted that
Little boy Red Sea and let his people go
Just to keep it biblical
Truth like rain, don't give a fuck who it fall on
Written by: Eddie Griffin