Preacher man done told me
Son you better change
Shakin' that bible
Sayin' the devil was to blame
Now mama said the same thing
Mama said the same damn thing
Thumpin' that bible
Sayin' the devil was to blame
Now the devil these women
I said loathely untrusted
No, you can't live with them
But you can't live without them
Because the devil gave her horns
Like the lord gave her her wings
She'll fly you up high
Then drag you down beneath
Check yourself before you wreck yourself
I hate to pull the gloves down off the shelf
You better pace yourself, you better save yourself
Cuz I'm the champ motherf*cker, I can go all twelve
Cuz I hate to f*ck up that baby face
I quit school cuz of recess trick, I don't play
I'm from Mississippi, I be breakin' down bricks
I be pickin' out seeds, I be pickin' out sticks, yeah!
Preacher man done told me. son you better change
He was shakin' that bible, saying the devil was to blame
Now mama said the same thing
Mama said the same damn thing
Shakin' that bible, but I know I's to blame