Jesus is a Rock'n'Roller, God didn't like his composure He woke up early to create a sunrise, smoked a doobie with a little clear eyes Sittin' sky high... IN THE SKY Winked at the ladies as the ladies walked by, Sorry pops I gotta head to a show, make sure there Peroni's and a little bit a blow Little bit a blow Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, pops throwin big thunder strikes in my head gotta get up, gotta tend to the people, gotta bridge the gap between the good and the evil, yeah i guess i turn your water to wine if i get my hands on a bottle for my collection, everybody's talking bout reflection i think its a built up model for deception Model for deception Souls for collection It's all an election Drowin my liver in the liquor Getting my reefer from the reaper Preachin KRISP on the speaker Me in my chateau, big enough, to host my disciples and a lot of women to cover up my decisions, Looking at the cross that reflects my proposition I know I'm gonna die BUT IT'S ALRIGHT Looking in the eyes of the man that takes my life Sorry pops if I have let you down I surfed the crowd as he lay down his crown