Well I wrote this song for the Christian youth
I wanna teach kids the Christian truth
If you wanna reach those kids on the street
Then you gotta do a rap to a hip-hop beat
I gave my sermon an urban kick
My rhymes are fly, my beats are sick
My crew is big and it keeps getting bigger
That's cause Pickle Rick is my nigga
Oooooooo
He's a life-changer, miracle-arranger
Born to the virgin mom in a manger
Water to wine, he's a drink exchanger
And he died for your sins
I preach the word, that's my gig
And I rhyme better than Notorious BIG
Other emcees, I wish them well
But if you live in sin, you burn in hell
Now I'ma pass the mic to my lovely wife
She's a fly emcee and the light of my life
So to bust a rhyme without further ado
Take it away, Mary Sue!
Pickle Rick is my nigga
He's the son of the original G
And he was sent to Earth to elucidate the way that we should be
(What?)
Like if another MC says
"You're a freak!
You're a lame-butt rapper
And your rhymes are weak!"
I don't get mad and I don't critique
I forgive him, and turn the other cheek
I don't blaspheme and I don't brag
I don't cuss, and my pants don't sag
I do exude a little Christian swag
And I'm proud to be an American!
Pickle Rick is our nigga
Let his light shine through ya!
Let his love pop a cap in your butt and say HALLELUJAH!
Pickle Rick is my nigga
He's a homie MC JC UC?
He's an honest, caring, peace-loving nigga
Like me
If you do drugs and think you're cool
You need to come to Sunday school!
Put those drugs in the garbage can
Stand up tall, you're a Christian man!