[Intro – Church Organ + Congregation Murmurs]
[Microphone feedback squeals softly]
Can I get an amen?
[Crowd responds faintly]
See…
the dangerous ones don’t always look evil.
Sometimes they wear white suits…
gold watches…
and quote scripture better than your grandmother.
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[Verse 1]
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Gold fang preacher with a crocodile grin,
Baptized in money, wrapped up in sin.
Church packed full every Sunday night,
Hands raised high underneath stage lights.
Diamond cross hang low on his chest,
Private jet funded by desperate checks.
He preach prosperity through velvet smoke,
Tell broke folks faith make riches grow.
Women faint when he touch they head,
Whole choir movin’ like the spirit spread.
But backstage mirrors tell another tale—
A holy man with expensive failures.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Bass]
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Gold fang preacher…
Preach that fire…
Half God, half human desire.
Gold fang preacher…
Southern king…
Sell salvation with a diamond ring.
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[Verse 2]
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He came from mud, came from pain,
Swore he’d never feel poor again.
Now he ride through the city bulletproof,
Still terrified of losin’ truth.
That’s the thing about power down South—
It taste sweet when you starved long enough.
And applause start soundin’ like prayer,
Till ego replace the fear of God there.
He still cry alone some nights,
Ask heaven if he still livin’ right.
But the organ play and the cameras flash,
And guilt disappear beneath the cash.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
The hardest prison…
ain’t poverty.
It’s convincing yourself…
corruption is purpose.
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Church bells ring through the night again…
Can holiness survive ambition?
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[Verse 3]
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Maybe he villain, maybe he flawed,
Maybe success made him forget God.
Or maybe deep inside his chest—
The scared little boy still never left.
Because Louisiana breed contradictions,
Saints and hustlers in the same conditions.
And sometimes the line get blurred so thin
Even preachers drown in sin.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Brass]
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Gold fang preacher…
Raise your hands…
Tryna buy heaven with earthly plans.
Gold fang preacher…
Still deceived…
The loudest prayers don’t always believe.
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[Outro – Organ + Thunder]
Collection plate passin’…
while the devil smile in the front row.
