[Verse 1]
Yo, Pastor Profit bujjingo, preachin' false doctrines,
Selling soda for gold while your flock’s locked in.
Fifty K for a sip? Man, that's a con,
Claimin' holy blessings, but your soul's long gone.
Telling folks to give while their kids go hungry,
You’re stacking cash while they’re stuck livin’ bummy.
You talk about heaven, but your deeds are hell,
A wolf in a robe with a story to sell.
[Chorus]
Fake pastor, oli mbuzi gwe, master of deceit,
Pimpin’ faith for cash, livin' elite.
Preachin' for the poor, but you’re takin’ the gain,
While your people cry out, you’re ridin' kapyata.
[Verse 2]
Got your followers broke, stuck in a bind,
While you’re poppin' champagne, leavin’ them behind.
Tellin’ them to pray while you pocket the loot,
You’re a scam in a suit, not a man of the truth.
Work for your family? Nah, you tell 'em to wait,
For blessings that never come, just a twist of fate.
Preachin’ daily lies, collectin' that tithe,
But karma’s comin’ for you—it’s a matter of time.
[Chorus]
Fake pastor, master of deceit,
Pimpin’ faith for cash, livin' elite.
Preachin' for the poor, but you’re takin’ the gain,
While your people cry out, you’re ridin' private planes.
[Outro]
Yo, take off that robe, stop playin' the game,
You’re no man of God, just a fraud in shame.
The truth will surface, your empire will fall,
And when it does, you’ll have to answer the call.