Maverick City Music Under Fire For Collaboration With Vile, Vile, Viiiiile Artist

Hip Hop Star Glorilla, a trashy spectacle of a human being who never released a music video that didn’t feature her or other dancers maniacally twerking half naked or dropping copious N and F-bombs, has joined forces with Maverick City Music and Kirk Franklin for a collab on her new song Rain Down on Me, from her album Glorious.

We’ve covered their many acts of malfeasance over the years from Maverick City, such as ‘Maverick City Music’ Musician Posts Pro-Abortion Message, that time Popular Christian Worship Leader Issues Defiant ‘Apology” After Salacious Wedding Photo goes Viral , the incident where Maverick City Music Sing Worship on ‘The View’ with Dancing, Christ-Hating Whoopi Goldberg, the time Gospel Artist Dante Bowe Lies About Leaked ‘Inappropriate’ Selfie: ‘it wasn’t like a sexual photo’, where Maverick City Music Singer Nearly Kicked Off Plane After She Wouldn’t Stop Singing to Passengers, Kirk Franklin Dances With VP Kamala Harris, Kisses Hand After She Touts Pro-Abortion, Pro-LGBTQ Record and most recently Why is ‘Maverick City Music’ Touring With Mormon Musician Ashley Hess?

The vast majority of Glorilla’s album is a filthy ode to debauchery, violence, and wayward sexuality, featuring guests like Sexyy Red and Megan Thee Stallion, where we get lyrics like this: (warning graphic content)

TGIF:
Got a brown-skin nigga with dreads (Okay)
And a black-ass nigga with waves (Lеt’s go, ayy)
He gon’ drop that neck (Ayy)
He love the way I sex (Ayy)
Fake nails, bitches pressed (Ayy)
So high, I’m damn-near wrecked (Ayy)
I keep this pussy fresh (Ayy)
Yeezy shirt, I’m wet (Ayy)
Who want smoke? Say what? (Ayy)
Ho, get that off your chest (The fuck?)

Hollon:
Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a fuck about this party
We gon’ step on shit regardless (Stamp that)
Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang)
Makin’ music, beatin’ on bitches, I be really marchin’ (Woo)

Procedure:
Bad bitch sеason, givin’ hoes motivation, I’m the reason (Yup)
Ho talkin’ ’bout shе wanna meet up, told her meet me at the Regions (Bitch)
Nigga probably got blue balls, I don’t let him fuck, just tease him (Tease him)
Get him out his money, I won’t even let him eat it (Ugh)
Fakin’ like you sippin’ drank, you niggas sippin’ NyQuil
Only time a nigga got power over me, he payin’ the light bill
Told myself I was done fuckin’ with this nigga, but I might still

While the album is comprised almost exclusively of the aforementioned content,’Rain down on me sees Glorilla singing these gospel-sounding lyrics in the most insincere way possible:

Rain down on me, Father God, I won’t use an umbrella (Rain down on me)
Forgive the ones who play with me, apparently, they don’t know no better
At times, I don’t know who to trust, I randomly rebuke the devil
It’s hard to talk about my blessings, they be sayin’ I’m actin’ cocky
Always and forever humble, they just don’t wanna see me pop it
Five feet and I’m praisin’ You with every inch up in my body
So I pray You watch my back, along with those who say they got it

On cue, Kirk Franklin and Chandler Moore rejoin with:

Lord, let the blessings, oh (Lord, I’m here for every one of Your blessings, yessir)
Rain down on me, yeah (Oh, I wish I could get a witness in here)
Ooh, wee, yeah (Yeah, ha)
And please keep me safe from all my enemies
They don’t wanna see (They don’t wanna see)
Blessings rain on me (You don’t give up on me, ooh, oh-oh)
Let the blessings rain (Come on)
Rain down on me

Everything about it is terrible, but we would expect nothing less from the subversive so-called Christian Gospel group.