Irony Preacher

Irony Preacher No Rasta no Jesus from my emesis Barf verses like a sick child in a particle of pieces Gimme a pulpit or some shit a witness free if writ But I flatten brain wrinkles unalike other tricks Got nothing to gain cuz I feel like Deen dell Like gel I get soft but I scoff at a brother or sister who won’t act like one Agnostic preacher exhaust is my sun Vitamin D for all those that didn’t know This is Saturday Night Live, but my name is not Jay Pharaoh Just keep on fleecing too much people pleasing, but you got me about to strut like Sheena freakin Easton I’m not from the South Bronx, but I feel like Krs when I provide synopsis to my teaching Cut me down to size but size ain’t shit Rest in peace, Bushwick Bill, where is bond you had grit