"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 deducts, not after the social security, and the

hospitilization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these

things on your check you say, I'm gonna 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 tranquilty

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-whack gaudy bitch

On your T.V.'s 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, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!"



God had 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 shit 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