I said Yo Jay, I can rap. And I spit this rap that said I'm killin' ya'll *****s on this lyrical sh*t, mayonnaise colored benz, I push miracle whips.

They say you can rap about anything except for JesusThat means guns, sex, lies, video tapesBut if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?

I don't even listen to rap. My apartment is too nice to listen to rap in.

I really appreciate the moments that I was able to win rap album of the year or whatever.

They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus, that means guns, sex, lies, video tapes, but if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.