They label her as a hater ‘cause, she’s no addict enabler/ who plays the rug, in the name of love/ so she’s hated because she ain’t a punk/ she has a past so they play it up, but it doesn’t sway her much// they’re just mad ‘cause they use to date her but, since breakin’ up/ they fake the tough role callin’ her names and stuff/ they accuse her before a blameless Judge/ but He don’t take no junk, and that’s the type of crap that Satan does//
He is similar in a way because/ before they would hate His guts, they made Him famous because he gave ‘em stuff/ but things have changed because, they couldn’t make Him what/ they wanted him to be, so they plot and scheme to hang Him up// they would even pay off a traitor plus/ if that wasn’t crazy enough, He would go along with this break of trust/ they would say He ain’t who He claimed He was/ then they would slay Him but, He’s got a surprise for them in the days to come//
The two of them met in a way that’s bugged/ He had known of her from a far and came to her to proclaim His love/ but she was the type to be datin’ thugs/ no restraint in public, she did what she wanted and got away with much// always borrowin’ she was laced with funds/ but she ain’t make enough at her job to pay it off, enslavin’ her/ debt collectors had set their aim at her/ tellin’ her that death is the next step if she isn’t payin’ up// then around when the time frame was up/ knowin’ full well what her situation was, He would pay in blood/ now she’s still in debt but she traded up/ make no mistakes she’s enslaved to a Savior who liberated her/ and in light of all that He saved her from/ and his crazy display of love, she can’t imagine a greater husband/ after fifty days He’s engaged to her/ this is their current state as she changes and waits for Him to come take her up//
In the day He comes and her change is done/ He gon’ slay ‘em bruh, & ain’t gon’ be no complain ‘cause His anger’s just/ Yo, He told them to stay away from her/ but he’s a humble beast so they front and sleep but He’s gonna wake ‘em up// see the aftermath when the grapes are crushed/ and all of them suckas who begged to escape are gonna be made to hush/ and birds of the air will be made a lunch/ it lays in the dust, scattered abroad, I call it fillet-o-punks//
Yo the sight of her is amazin’ ‘cause/ her sanctification’s complete and it’s great to see what He’s made of her/ there’s a mixture of everything in her/ every nation, tongue and tribe has provided some DNA for her// white linen, there ain’t a stain in ‘em/ she’s been waitin’ to reign wit’ Him, now they’re ready to consummate as one/ all of heaven is celebratin’ ‘em/ Beauty and the Beast at the feast, you can say they be slayin’ ‘em//