01 Feb '09 08:12>
BWA Sermon
“The Body is the Temple of the Lord”
Dearly beloved, Rev. K. of BWA righteousness
Hath come to preach about ravenous gluttonousness
On a Super Bowl Sunday with all your chips and dips
Always on yo minds and foreva on yo hips
Sick as you is all sittin on yo hind ends
No exercise whatsoeva no deep knee bends
Point and click is all yo lazy by the pool of Bethsada ass can musta
Pass the relish, the corndogs, cheese dip and mustard
Given a big shout out to all my sexy vegans
All turnin this righteous brotha into a crazed heathen
No cottage cheese thighs or dimply belly
No time spent in front of a 42 inch plasma telly
And all you smokas all stinkin God’s green earth
Please give this here brotha a real wide birf
No need to die so young of a preventable death
Hell, why not just go do some meth
My lyrical parable to sow some seeds of green
BWA righteous preacher a healin fiend
Clean up yo act and get in shape
Give up that honey glazed suga coated crepe
Jesus he be eatin fish on tha shore
Neva once askin “Hey, is there mo?”
Keepin it kosher wit no shellfish or swine
Ain’t had no time fo flygirl big behind
So undastand this I say verily verily
Watch what goes in thy piehole carelessly
For though it may be a Super Bowl partay
Watch what be goin in yo coronary artery
So here I lay down my righteous hermeneutic
Betta gets some hummus from some homie in a tunic
Wit some toasted pita bread wit lots of fiber
Away wit yo Mello Yello getting yo ass all hyper
Our sacramental juice of green tea extract
Somewhat like a cleansin fo the GI tract
Look in the mirror and if you see Hand of Hecate
Jesus H Christ, look what you ate
So get wit tha game and be a real playa
Not like Oprah the diet queen nay saya
Listen to Reverend K as he will set you straight
Don’t be some fat ass lookin ingrate
Fo as we know our bodies must be the temple
Our firm hard bodies keepin it simple
What goes in must come out
Jesus and BWA a big shout out.
“The Body is the Temple of the Lord”
Dearly beloved, Rev. K. of BWA righteousness
Hath come to preach about ravenous gluttonousness
On a Super Bowl Sunday with all your chips and dips
Always on yo minds and foreva on yo hips
Sick as you is all sittin on yo hind ends
No exercise whatsoeva no deep knee bends
Point and click is all yo lazy by the pool of Bethsada ass can musta
Pass the relish, the corndogs, cheese dip and mustard
Given a big shout out to all my sexy vegans
All turnin this righteous brotha into a crazed heathen
No cottage cheese thighs or dimply belly
No time spent in front of a 42 inch plasma telly
And all you smokas all stinkin God’s green earth
Please give this here brotha a real wide birf
No need to die so young of a preventable death
Hell, why not just go do some meth
My lyrical parable to sow some seeds of green
BWA righteous preacher a healin fiend
Clean up yo act and get in shape
Give up that honey glazed suga coated crepe
Jesus he be eatin fish on tha shore
Neva once askin “Hey, is there mo?”
Keepin it kosher wit no shellfish or swine
Ain’t had no time fo flygirl big behind
So undastand this I say verily verily
Watch what goes in thy piehole carelessly
For though it may be a Super Bowl partay
Watch what be goin in yo coronary artery
So here I lay down my righteous hermeneutic
Betta gets some hummus from some homie in a tunic
Wit some toasted pita bread wit lots of fiber
Away wit yo Mello Yello getting yo ass all hyper
Our sacramental juice of green tea extract
Somewhat like a cleansin fo the GI tract
Look in the mirror and if you see Hand of Hecate
Jesus H Christ, look what you ate
So get wit tha game and be a real playa
Not like Oprah the diet queen nay saya
Listen to Reverend K as he will set you straight
Don’t be some fat ass lookin ingrate
Fo as we know our bodies must be the temple
Our firm hard bodies keepin it simple
What goes in must come out
Jesus and BWA a big shout out.