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The Flim Flam man will con you if he can.
Chitterlings on his plate ... pork chop in his
hand ... Sunday dinner wouldn’t be dinner
without the preacher man.

Would you like to invite ‘The Wrong Reverend’ Ike ...
over tonight ... along with Jim Baker the faker,
Tammy Faye, Jimmy Swaggert the Braggart,
"forgive me Jesus I’ve sinned!"

Then there was a holla, "open the door ...
Creflo Dollar our friend is begging to come in."
So, with a toast of Seagarm’s Gin the
after dinner party begins. They had Johnny
Walker Red label on the table ...
Or, if it’s your preference tonight, how
bout a Millers Lite?

The Flim Flam man will CON you if he can.
Chitterlings on his plate ... pork chop in his
hand ... Sunday dinner wouldn’t be dinner
without the preacher man.

Bow your heads and let us pray
Lawd, Lawd ... We so Glad not to be Muslim ...

And to you we make a toast, "in Da name of Da Lawd ...
all this booze and pork meat would not have been
possible without our belief in Da Holy Ghost!"

By,

Abu Lateef

2007



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