More Wicked Dan Da Pagans Dey Displaced

2 Chron 33:9

“More wicked dan da pagans dey displaced Judah was a messed up disgrace! How could it get like dis?! Da Lord, you know, got t’ be pissed! Wha’s up wi’ so many jack-asses? Dey brains mus’ be slow as molasses!” So goes the complaint of the masses. Comes, then, the prophet of God: Well, his loins are girded He’s got sandals on his feet And a staff in his right hand. Got a place to go And some folks to overthrow; They got wicked all over the land. So bring us a prophet today; O Lord, You got to show us the way!

Refrain:

We got to stand strong; Give us that bong; We really don’t care what You say. (Repeated tune) Don’t wanna work; rather sleep on the hay; We’re livin’ for ourselves always.

(Performed with Classic Black American style)

14 Feb., 2022