"Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me"

"Give God the first portion of your income"

"Give it first, not after the deducts

Not after the social security" And the hospitalization, and the malnutrition

Not after all these things on ya check, ya say

'I'ma give God a little what's left

You do and that's what you gonna get from God" Who am I? I'm not the Devil

I can take you to my level

Above the rocks, above the earth

Tell me what your soul is worth How much money do you make?

How much will you let me take?

I will give you tranquility

Just send your wealth and checks to me Life is going to expire

And your soul will burn in fire

You will perish in the thunder

Unless you call my hotline number God has asked you to make me rich

Me and my fat-rat gaudy bitch

On your TVs late at night

Send those checks, and I'll guide you to the light "Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters

There's somebody here I'd like all of you to meet

This is little Jonathan, Jonathan

Say hello to the lovely people" "Hello", "Jonathan has problems, twisted neck

Tangled legs, crooked spine but we can heal this boy

For just, six thousand dollars

We can heal this boy" God called me and then stopped by

And He told me you're gonna die

Unless you buy My holy water

Check, cash or a money order This is true, don't question me

I'll even send you *** for free

It's only ten bucks for the call

And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all Put your lips up to the screen

Close your eyelids, and intervene

Your lips to mine, now send the cash

And while you're there, you can *** Take your paycheck, and send me half

And I'll send you God's autograph

I'll get you Allah's, and Buddah's too

Even Zeus, I dont give a *** who

Just send me that money "Would you like to be healed, little Jonathan?"

"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, brothers and sisters, this

Excuse me I told him never to page me on a Sermon Day

Yes? Uh huh, Hallelujah, outtie, people, that was the Lord

Today only, He will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars" Pass the collection plate

(Show me how you give)

Pass the collection plate

(Give, give, give) Pass the collection plate

(Show me how you give)

Pass the collection plate

(Show me how you give)

(I'll tell you how to live) Your total's twenty-two eleven

For your set of keys to Heaven

Make the checks out in my name

Me or God it's all the same Bring your crippled ass to me

Pay my usher the holy fee

I'll bless your legs, and bless your chair

Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here Now a special ceremony

This part don't cost any money

Drip a drop of blessed water

Now I fertilize your daughter Even though I ***ed a hooker

Took your baby girl and shook her

You still buy everything I sell

And I'm livin' well, see you in Hell "Four-thousand eight-hundred, nine-hundred

Five thousand, Hallelujah! You did it, brothers and sisters

Are you ready, Jonathan?", "Yes Reverend"

"Lord almighty, we've met Your price" Give me the healing power, I can feel it Lord

Rumilumilamanamanumi! This boy is healed

Now, to the naked eye, it would appear

That this boy has not been healed But I can assure you

This boy's spirit has been healed, inside this tangled

Mangled frame is a healed little boy, his spirit is healed Hallelujah!"