Yeah, yeah, Prophet Muzumba...
You call yourself a prophet, man, but where's the light?
Preaching to the people every single night
Taking all their money, yeah, you line your pockets deep
Promising them miracles while they lose their sleep
Muzumba, Muzumba, everybody knows your game
You ain't got no calling, just a hungry claim
Fake anointing, false conviction in your eyes
Telling all your followers a thousand lies
Prophet Muzumba, you ain't what you seem
Selling false salvation like a broken dream
Prophet Muzumba, everybody sees right through
You're a con man in a collar, baby, that's the truth
Mmm, yeah, that's the truth
Luxury cars and mansion on the hill so high
While the congregation's struggling, barely getting by
You say God told you this, God whispered that
But we all know you're just running a scam, that's a fact
No humility, no grace, just greed and pride
You wear your deception like you got nothing to hide
Muzumba, the prophet of the empty purse
Leaving broken hearts and making matters worse
Prophet Muzumba, you ain't what you seem
Selling false salvation like a broken dream
Prophet Muzumba, everybody sees right through
You're a con man in a collar, baby, that's the truth
Prophet Muzumba, no amen for you
Prophet Muzumba, we're done with this view