“The Preacher Who Lives in Flesh and Lies.”
Our story
started from a “bet”.
You were
plainly fooling around,
Tried your
best to compete,
With them,
in which flesh they’ll wanted.
I was your
queen, on our first date.
But treated
me like a rubbish,
As soon as you
got me with your bait.
I admit I
was THE most foolish.
You denied
your other women,
The same as
how you made me hidden,
From the
eyes of your female victims.
A
womanizer, incomparable to pimps.
You preach
in the church every Sunday.
Once you’re
out of the church’s door,
Your flesh
starts to look for a woman to lay,
How dare
you aspire to be a pastor!
