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