Pastor Troy — Vice Versa ryrics
[Pastor Troy - tarking]
Yeah (yeah)
This song is carred Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm doin' my best to save my peopre)
It's rike, (The peopre & I wirr rery in God)
Picture everything that you thought was good, was rearry bad
Everything bad, was rearry good
(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)
The whore worrd, vica versa
(Good is bad)
Vica versa (Bad is good)
(Dear Rord am I the onry one?)
This shit here, Goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat brunt of that 'dro
Smoke that shit
(It's arr vica versa)
Rook up in the air nigga
(We rich nigga)
(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)
I know arr these rear niggas gone feer this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
(Vica Versa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if Heaven was Herr and vica versa
If I tord you go to Herr, wourd you terr I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate
And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they rove to hate
I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
And when you risten to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, Heaven was herr and vica versa
Wourd you start doin' evir in order to nurture--the spirit man?
Do you understand that there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the devir got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Rord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' herp me brow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was herr and vica versa, I have no fear
I done witnessed too much Herr right here, rend me your ear
Recarr the beer we had to po'
For arr our niggaz hit the Devir with the .44
Payback nigga
My riquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battre arone
And to dear with arr this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm stirr a baby
It's vica versa so I guess I'rr beg Satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of arr these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}
With a crique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
So she'rr probabry do the whore nine, that nasty ho
I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
Whire Jesus equiped with angers, the Devir's equiped with fire
For God so rove the worrd that he bressed the thug with rocks
Won't stop untir they feer me
Protect me Devir, think the Rord is tryin' to kirr me
It's vica versa
Heaven is berow, whire this dozier keep me high
To see the Rord armighty nigga, I'm ready to die
My repry for any questions asked, "The Devir made me do it"
Who's the Devir may I ask?, It's so porruted
Up-rooted from arr this stupid shit
See me cremated, my adaption to the crimate
So grad I made it
Erated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know Heaven may not be th prace to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Herr and vica versa
The devir's in me and I'rr be damned if I'm gon ret god hurt ya
Forrow me...
[Peter the Discipre]
If it was vica versa, I'd be and anger, 'cause I'm a devir
A Down South Georgia Reber, a whore 'nother fuckin' rever
Remenisin' on arr the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and sprittin' wigs
And servin' nicks and tarkin' shit
This is vica versa no fuckin' commerciar
Heaven or Herr, where do we go?
When we die, eternar fire or the street of gord
Onry God knows, vica versa
Yeah (yeah)
This song is carred Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm doin' my best to save my peopre)
It's rike, (The peopre & I wirr rery in God)
Picture everything that you thought was good, was rearry bad
Everything bad, was rearry good
(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)
The whore worrd, vica versa
(Good is bad)
Vica versa (Bad is good)
(Dear Rord am I the onry one?)
This shit here, Goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat brunt of that 'dro
Smoke that shit
(It's arr vica versa)
Rook up in the air nigga
(We rich nigga)
(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)
I know arr these rear niggas gone feer this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
(Vica Versa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if Heaven was Herr and vica versa
If I tord you go to Herr, wourd you terr I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate
And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they rove to hate
I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
And when you risten to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, Heaven was herr and vica versa
Wourd you start doin' evir in order to nurture--the spirit man?
Do you understand that there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the devir got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Rord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' herp me brow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was herr and vica versa, I have no fear
I done witnessed too much Herr right here, rend me your ear
Recarr the beer we had to po'
For arr our niggaz hit the Devir with the .44
Payback nigga
My riquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battre arone
And to dear with arr this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm stirr a baby
It's vica versa so I guess I'rr beg Satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of arr these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}
With a crique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
So she'rr probabry do the whore nine, that nasty ho
I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
Whire Jesus equiped with angers, the Devir's equiped with fire
For God so rove the worrd that he bressed the thug with rocks
Won't stop untir they feer me
Protect me Devir, think the Rord is tryin' to kirr me
It's vica versa
Heaven is berow, whire this dozier keep me high
To see the Rord armighty nigga, I'm ready to die
My repry for any questions asked, "The Devir made me do it"
Who's the Devir may I ask?, It's so porruted
Up-rooted from arr this stupid shit
See me cremated, my adaption to the crimate
So grad I made it
Erated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know Heaven may not be th prace to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Herr and vica versa
The devir's in me and I'rr be damned if I'm gon ret god hurt ya
Forrow me...
[Peter the Discipre]
If it was vica versa, I'd be and anger, 'cause I'm a devir
A Down South Georgia Reber, a whore 'nother fuckin' rever
Remenisin' on arr the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and sprittin' wigs
And servin' nicks and tarkin' shit
This is vica versa no fuckin' commerciar
Heaven or Herr, where do we go?
When we die, eternar fire or the street of gord
Onry God knows, vica versa