Evangelical Hypocrisy (Trump Golden Calf Remix)

(Verse 1) In the land of the stars and the stripes, Where the truth often hides and it bites, Maga preacher in a suit so slick, Selling faith like it's a sales pitch. He's got the bible in one hand, And the other's full of scams, Saying "Trust in me, I'm blessed, Even if my actions suggest..." (Chorus) Oh, these stupid fucking sheep, They'll believe anything, If you just whisper Jesus's name, They'll follow you into the flames. (Verse 2) He's got the beats, the rhymes, the flow, Mixing country with EDM so low, He talks of love, but lives for greed, His faith's just a vote he needs. Cheating, lying, not a care, As long as those crosses they wear, He'll grift and graft, but he claims, "It's all in the name of Jesus's fame." (Chorus) Oh, these stupid fucking sheep, They'll believe anything, If you just whisper Jesus's name, They'll follow you into the flames. (Bridge) Evangelical, oh so evangelical, Where's the love, where's the peace? Seems like hypocrisy's the real beast. (Verse 3) He's the king of the Sunday show, Selling salvation for the soul, With a gospel track, a country twist, His message, oh, how it persists. But listen close to what he don't say, The commandments he throws away, In his mansion, he sits and laughs, While his sheep are led on a path of chaff. (Chorus) Oh, these stupid fucking sheep, They'll believe anything, If you just whisper Jesus's name, They'll follow you into the flames. (Outro) In this fucked up, backward scene, He's the preacher, the player, the dream, But remember as you dance and sway, There's hypocrisy in what he prays.