Lyrics

[Verse]
Kenneth pullin’ jets from the tithes of the sheep,
Private sky-high, swindling the leap.
Preachin' bout the gates, while you stack gold steep,
Holy water hustle, pockets too deep.

[Verse 2]
Stephen spittin’ brimstone, fire in his eyes,
Slingin' hate sermons, wearin’ hell-disguise.
Your pulpit's toxic, venom leakin’ lies,
Lost in your rage, redemption won't rise.

[Chorus]
Holy war, sacred thrones collide,
Both claim the truth, but the truth done died.
Battle of the tongues, the church divide,
Faith or fire, where does trust reside?

[Verse 3]
Kenneth got diamond cufflinks on prayer hands,
Smilin’ wide, salvation in demand.
Dealin' hope like cards, got a master plan,
But that kingdom you promised? Built on sand.

[Verse 4]
Stephen screamin' cancel with them brimstone bars,
Judgin' every sinner like they crashed his car.
Pointin’ fingers, burnin' bridges, leave the scars,
Man of God? More like battle scars from Mars.

[Bridge]
Up in the choir, the halos shake,
Who’s the biggest fraud? Who's the biggest fake?
God lookin’ down, somethin’s startin’ to break,
Someone repent before the fire's awake.