Funky Bump

Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and praying for the family (word) Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and he's praying for the family Living for Bars looking for cause He set me apart from living afar your looking to hard Trying to disregard the one who has watch guard Posted up on the back yard playing the right cards What are your reasons for never believing You wobble and weaving your reasons deceiving While you were leaving the enemy thieving There comes a season my grieving is ending No more pretending, Im not condescending What were you expecting, to never offend them I'm unbending you know where he'll send them Hell is the place where you are recommending (ahhhhhhh) A place never ending and full of attendance Better start repenting from this spiritual death wish Who the hell do you think that we mess with Cult leaders, false gods or the one with the message (yeap) Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and praying for the family (word) Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and he's praying for the family God of the Gods and the Lord of the Lords Got to get his word and his word ever more He carries the sword and his wrath in store On my knees as Im praying for the more (yes) Spirit in the lyrics, did you hear who was on (who) It's another song from the man who was reborn He comes from the light and from a life of disaster Carries the crown but you know he gets gets passed up Every time i fall, he was here to pick me back up Not really sure why he made me the pastor while Bumping the funk in the truck full in laughter Can you hear my praise it the praise for the master Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and praying for the family (word) Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and he's praying for the family Use to be a man who took never asking I was the masked man blasting and laughing I put in work a man never slacking Smashing whoever was asking But then I was graft in came out of the casket Some come out threw the prayer and fasting Filled with the spirit, never taxing the masses Matching my passion he gave what i asked him Attacking the flesh with trembles and trashing (eeeew) Never relaxing on the spirits I'm casting (go) Stacking the gifts, a rapper unmasking No need for acting, my life everlasting Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and praying for the family (word) Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump) Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around) Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground Masters the best and praying for the family