Hip Hop group Slaughterhouse\u27s multi-membered, perversely holy quadrinity provides a fertile site for a pseudo-non-theological theological reading-a theology with and without god, that is, with god\u27s titular presence but bereft of any ethos of a mover and shaker god. God, in my reading of Slaughterhouse\u27s lyrics, is impotent. Rather than the Word, Slaughterhouse publishes sacred texts (albums and mixtapes) that speak to Black embodied life; their albums are the scriptural holy ghetto-Word, the Gospels that of Royce, Crooked, Joell, and Joey, rather than Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Through the lyrics of Slaughterhouse\u27s songs, they craft a god that is but is not; a god that does lyrical work in the sense that the name of god has cultural capital and produces effects, but is not God, that is, a being that commands the heavens and the Earth
