She

Wags her hips back and forth as she sashays

Got mad swag

Decked in chains, butterflies, silver eyeliner

Got no shame

Prada and Gucci, that's her name

Black skintight jeans, hot pink heels six inches high

Beautiful as the sun, aint got no pride

Tattooes adorn the back of her neck

Enslaved by scarves

Skimpy little halter covers her hardly

Her head's held high

Her mohawk stands electric blue and off white

She got the eyes of every boy on her

But she don't want no part of it

Her heart is made of golden chocolate

He

Strides in a confident manner down those streets

Sharp

Gray suit, shined shoes, striped tie and all

Got work to do

Passing out tracts and pamphlets to every person

Except William

$10,000,000 dollars in the offering plate

Sundays marching in with a Bible, a false smile

And the knowledge that he pays for the church's

Sound system

Giving, giving, giving... never receiving

Got pride about it, too

A servant for the Lord, he's got mad money

And a heart of thorny, stony pride