My lover's got humour 
She's the giggle at a funeral 
Knows everybody's disapproval 
I should've worshipped her sooner 
If the Heavens ever did speak 
She is the last [bad word] mouth piece 
Every Sunday's getting more bleak 
fresh poison each week 
We were born sick, you heard them say it 
My church offers no absolutes 
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' 
The only heaven I'll be sent to 
Is when I'm alone with you 
I was born sick, but I love it  [bad word] me to be well 

Amen. Amen. Amen 

[Kanye West:]
What you doin' in the club on a Thursday? 
She say, she only here for her girl birthday, 
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty, 
Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty. 
I know I got a bad reputation, 
Walkin' ‘round, always mad reputation, 
Leave a pretty girl, sad reputation, 
Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation, 
I turnt the nightclub out of the basement, 
I'll turn the plane ‘round, your [bad word] [bad word] #39;, 
How you gon' be mad on vacation? 
Dutty winin' ‘round all these Jamaicans, 

If I'm a pagan of the good times 
My lover's the sunlight 
To keep the Goddess on my side 
She demands a sacrifice 
To drain the whole sea 
Get something shiny 
Something meaty for the main course 
That's a fine looking high horse 
What you got in the stable? 
We've a lot of starving faithful 
That looks tasty 
That looks plenty 
This is hungry work 
No masters or kings when the ritual begins 
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin 
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene 
Only then I am human 
Only then I am clean 

Amen. Amen. Amen

 Take me to church 
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies 
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife 
Offer me that deathless death 
Good God, let me give you my life

[Kanye West:]
I wanna [bad word] you hard on the sink, 
After that give you something to drink, 
Step back, can't get spunk on the mink, 
I mean [bad word]  what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? 
Hey, you remember where we first met? 
Okay, I don't remember where we first met, 
But, hey, admittin' is the first step, 
And, hey, you know ain't nobody perfect. 
And I know with the hoes I got the worst rep, 
But, hey, their backstroke, I'm tryna perfect, 
And, hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving, 
So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas