Gull for bling as you grift your crew—
slime your pulpit.
It’s a money sting; you haul in a slew—
slime your pulpit.

You gorge and take a toll
on all of your marks’ bankrolls,
high on pulpit.

Gull ’em in a sting in a ripoff grift—
slime your pulpit.
You don’t have to pick pockets when you lift
tithes from puppets.

Griftin’ is a major part of your plan;
You con ’em effectively using sleight of hand…
sleight from pulpit.

Your con’s deployed, each Sunday employed,
’cause grafting is what you do.
Of conning you’re full; you take your marks’ gold.
Soon it’s a new yacht for you.
Slime your pulpit…tithes from puppets.

Gull them; take their bling;
it’s sting that’s so wrong—
slime your pulpit.
Cashbox was light, but now it’s strong—
crime from pulpit.

You are so good at your grifting thing:
Call from the pulpit; you’re showered with bling…
tithes from puppets.

Snarling, snarling is your thing
as you make your fire and brimstone play
from your pulpit.
It’s a cash, check, and gemstone con.

Money! Yeah!!