My broken bones have healed
From the times you went astray
With your fervor and your zeal
And forgot your savior's way

You see I'm not like you
But I sin too
But as you will see
I don't turn my cheek
When the flock goes astray
I will cull their wicked ways

I will drop the dopest opus
And leave them spinning in their graves

I don't subscribe
To your pious lives
I just try to live my life
But if I turned my cheek
I'd be dead in a week
Because the flock has forsaken the meek

So I tell you now
With a clenched fist
And a shovel in the other
You'd better pray
You'd better pray