Lyrics of Message to the clerk, pt.1

First i came to see the doctor, told him i was unemployed
Asked me what i did for money, told him i was overjoyed
To reach into the basket, and take a bunch of dimes
Drop them for the paper riddled with my rhymes
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then i came to see the priest, said i knew god was alive
He looked at me quite solemn, said "son don't give me that jive"
I reached into my pocket, pulled out .45
Said "priest i got your number, and this here ain't no jive"
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work