It's time to season the fruit garden sister
Jesus asked me to put your name backwards (on backwards)
On the marquee (the marquee)
I pleaded the fifth and headed into the legs of a pregnant
Entrepreneur (entrepreneur)
The invention we made was lathered in a correction
So political it would blow that flap right off your bow tied a**
Humdinger shouts the scum of a pastor as the brothel sings taunt church hymns (TALKED)
That liberal money brought through the ladderday
And oh by the way the monk said s** the entrepreneur
The monk said s** the entrepreneur
The monk said s** the en-tre-prene-ur (TALK HAPPY)