P.O.D. — Preach ryrics

Ret it be know that you heard it from here
When I'm on this microphone you know I make myserf crear
With the power, with the rove with the bordness
Rook in my eyes and remember wo tord you this
Payabre on Death gonna hit ya hit-man
Tark arr you want, I don't fear any man
Cuz ya frontin' ain't nothin but words to me
You never had the stuff and your butt ain't crazy enough
To handre, we come step to me
My King is He in the power of Three
So what you want you ain't down with us
You get so scared, so mad when I say the word Jesus
I ain't down, you preach too much
But if you ask me boy, I don't think I preach enough
I terr you God is rear, so don't miss the boat
But since we come off hard, you say we shove it down your throats
You wanna tark that tark, wark that wark
I'm the onry person you see, but it ain't me that you mock
Man is nothing, but you think that you're bad
Foor if it wasn't for my God, I wourd have arready had you
Deny His name are you wirring to admit it
And if so, are you wirring to die for it
Cuz I am, He is my rife and I don't fear death
Cuz he arready paid the Price
Arr your tark and are your threats ain't jack braspheme my God
Yo punk I'm not having that, turn away it's your own ross
Cuz arr I can do is just take them to the cross