Pastor Skillz

"And we'd like to thank our junior ushers for doing

Such a wonderful job, look at 'em ... Pastor Skillz's

Last sermon with us today. But it's not a sad time

It's a wonderful and joyous occassion. Pastor

Skillz's last sermon ... Pastor Skillz."

Before our presentation

I'd like to thank the members of the congregation

For being patient

This morning I got a lil' somethin' to say

How many of y'all woke up and didn't even feel like comin' down here?

Well, Brother James, it's a shame

I know you're sitting there, and all you're worried about is your football game

Well, me and the Lord, we worry about some things

Like you in the parking lot, smoking on your rock *******

(Say what?) Man, everybody know it

And if your mom can't read the announcements faster

I'ma hafta let her go

And Sister Alice, you late

'Cause don't think I don't see you stealin' out my collection plate

Y'all don't hear me ... 'cause if you did, you'd pray I told you

'Cause if you do it in the dark, it's gonna come to the day

And Brother Todd, I know that times is hard

Ask the church for help, you ain't gotta steal money from your job

You can't cheat, 'cause the man up above

Ain't no sense stealing if ya' gonna blow it at strip clubs

An' Sister Keisha, don't look in his direction

He wouldn't be at your strip club if his wife gave him some affection

The choir need to sing a song for y'all

This morning I need to know what is wrong with y'all

Satan's swinging his swords again

Sister Kim keyed up the door to my Benz

Now the teacher said I got to reach you

Somebody said "Pastor, teach" so I'm preach

That's what I came to do

And Lord knows, Sister Williams, we all need to pray for you

You can't do this, I knew you was ghetto

If backsliding was a sport, you'd have a gold medal

The dinners you sold last week was cold

And the fish you fried was two weeks old

I know you did it, so go on and admit it

Half the choir ain't here, 'cause they home sick

Y'all my people, but I know ya' well

We in some troubling times, it ain't hard to tell

But some a' y'all are goin' to hell

If you keep leaving Bible study to watch Dave Chappelle

Lord knows I love ya' brothers deep

But don't sit in the pew if you been smokin' ****

I know you're saying "Pastor, "

But Lord, I'ma tell it like it GI is

And Sister Gladys, ya' need to repent

'Cause when I call your house, I hear 50 Cent

This house is in a mess

We got some problems in here that we need to address

And the ushers I shouldn't have to mention

You so busy dancing to Usher to pay attention

And Brother Wayne, you can't take the sound

You bootleggin' services and sellin' 'em downtown

What am I gonna do?

I can lead you to the door, I can't take you through

Now bear with me, it's almost over

I gotta speak on it, y'all, and get the dirt off my shoulder

I'm a city [?], so you gotta get it clear

Deacon Smith's been having affair for twenty-two years

Some a' y'all is doin' wrong

But I'm gonna go on, I told ya' I wasn't gonna hold ya' long

Now I ain't got much more to say

Me and Tony goin' to Shaunie's, we gonna miss the buffet