Whatcha, Whatcha Doin

He's a shaker, glory maker,

He always has an answer for you

Momma's seraph, devil's sheriff

Passing his life between the two

Cheistian by a coattail, least that's what he thought

Where the boy is headed is awfully, awfully hot

Whatcha, whatcha doin makin time with your life

Cantcha, cantcha see that it is all a big hype

Howya, howya spain it on a judgament day

I think, I think there's gonna be little to say

Ain't no heavenly homeboys by association

You see, you only get to heaven by aceptin the son

He's in trouble, runnin double

He's had to make a change in his plans

Heard a liar, in the fire

Now it's all slippin from his hands

Bought the standard package with all it's bogus frills

But it always cost you something cause you have to pay the bills

It's a juke, it's a jive, it's a hustle, it's a scam

It's a con, it's a fraud, it's the old film flam

It's a bike, it's a dupe, it's a classic dodgeroni

It's a ruse, it's a scheme, it's a ton of sliced baloni