Hewhocorrupts - 16:7 Overture lyrics

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)