Fuck That God Shit
   I must say I’m tired of all this talk about God this and salvation that.  I’ve had it up to here with this praying and genuflecting shit, too.  What’s that about?  What do you have to be happy for?  What’d He ever give you?  I’ll tell you what: wind.  Yeah, fuck wind.  You ever try to play golf in the wind?  Can’t hit the green for shit, and your eyes be all watering up and shit, looking like an evangelist’s fucking wife.
   What else he give you?  Huh?  Disease and war and all that.  Yo, he gave you money and cocks but you ain’t allowed to use it.  Fuck that.  You supposed to say “fuck hedonism” or some shit?  Please.  I let you do whatever the fuck you want.  You want to pray to me?  Go get a hooker, turn your desires to reality.  Now that’s what I call transubstantiation, motherfucker.
   So here I am: love or hate, I still give up the goods.  I supply it now, not later, in some I-ain't-too-sure-what-it's-like afterlife.  I give you all you need, dude.  What more could you want?  It’s free and it feels like a fucking big piss after sitting through a long movie.  Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.  I’m the king of your wants, baby.  I’m Puffy.  Come with me.  Oh yeah.