Don't Date The Weasel

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She was shining like a lighthouse on a midnight sea,
Heart wide open, singing “Lord, have Your way in me.”
Then he slithered up the gangplank with a crooked little grin,
Calling himself “a changed man” while he polished up his sin.

He said, “I love Jesus,” but his fruit said, “I love me,”
Talking slick to my sister while he side-eyes the whole crew, see.
Skeletons at the rail, shaking skulls like “here we go,”
‘Cause they’ve seen a hundred Weasels trying to sneak on board the soul.

I hear my angels in the rigging, singing, “Girl, wake up!”
Holy Ghost in my compass saying, “That ain’t love.”
He’s got a Bible in his pocket and a demon in his tone,
Baby, that ain’t kingdom, that’s a plague in your home.

Don’t date the Weasel, saints say no!
He’s a red-flag ripple in your Holy Ghost flow.
He’s a counterfeit captain, just a hole in the boat,
He’ll sink your calling while he’s tugging your coat.

Choir: No, no, no!
We ain’t letting no Weasel on this blood-bought ship,
Tie that lie to an anchor, let it talk while it flips.
In the name of Jesus, we revoke that pass,
Tell Weasel: “Off my deck, off my heart, off my path!”

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He’s talking like a prophet but he’s acting like a plague,
Got my sister pouring pearls at his muddy little legs.
He’s allergic to accountability and tithes make him itch,
He’ll quote a half a scripture just to gaslight you with it.

Skeleton crew in the crow’s nest, yelling, “Captain, hey, beware!”
They see him flirting with the storm while she’s braiding her hair.
He’s a DM disciple of confusion and control,
He’ll shout, “God sent me!” while he’s robbing you of soul.

But I’m a Captain of the angels, I don’t bow to no fraud,
I’ve buried bigger devils at the bottom of this sod.
If it don’t look like Jesus, feel like peace, reflect His light,
Then it’s leaving with the tide by the power of the Christ.

Don’t date the Weasel, saints say no!
He’s a rusted chain on your anointed glow.
He’s a storm in sneakers with a choir-boy face,
He’ll clap on two and four while he drags you out of place.

Choir: No, no, no!
We ain’t letting no Weasel preach over this deck,
Take that bare-minimum love, toss it straight off the wreck.
In the name of Jesus, we unhook that snare,
Tell Weasel: “Off my ship, off my mind, off my prayer!”

I see you, girl, falling for a man God never sent.
He don’t love your soul, he just loves your rent.
He don’t love your calling, just your pretty little glow,
He’s allergic to growth and accountability, though.

Kick the Weasel off the boat, off the boat!

If he mocks your healing and he clowns your crew,
If he rolls his eyes every time you praise through,
If he’s jealous of your worship and he hates your praise,
Then he’s Weasel by spirit, let him float away!

Kick the Weasel off the boat, off the boat!

If the skeletons on night shift say, “Cap, that ain’t it,”
If the Holy Ghost whispers, “Baby, drop that ship,”
You don’t need more “signs,” you don’t need one more text,
Block that demon in a hoodie, God’s got better next!

No more Weasels in the pews, no more Weasels in our beds,
No more demons in disguises trying to mess with our heads.
We choose Christ, we choose peace, we choose covenant and light,
We send Weasel to the waves in the name of Jesus Christ!

Choir:
Don’t date the Weasel! – Let the church say “no!”
Don’t date the Weasel! – Let the skeleton crew know.
Don’t date the Weasel! – Put your crown back on.
Don’t date the Weasel! – Baby, you’re the captain, not his pawn.

🎺 Don’t date the Weasel, saints say no!
You’re a blood-bought daughter with a heaven-lit glow.
You’re an angel on a warship, not a rehab plan,
You are not the hospital for a grown evil man.

Choir: No, no, no!
So we lift up Jesus, let the real men rise,
The ones who wash feet, not manipulate lives.
And to every slick devil with a pet name “Weasel,”
We say, “Access denied by the Captain of the people!”

Tag (soft, then shouted):
Don’t date the Weasel… (soft)
DON’T. DATE. THE WEASEL! (full choir blast)