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Dark Lotus Miscellaneous Call Upon Your Gods [Violent J:] I think it's funny how...the toughest criminals and thugs and whatever... when they're on their death bed... you know like the day before they fry in the electric chair... all of a sudden they want to get religious. I heard that 9 out of 10 inmates on death row are all ultra religious. That's because they know they're about to die. That they are about the meet whatever's after death. It's funny...nobody wants to turn to god till it's too late. Till it's time for you to fuckin' die [Violent J:] Baggin me Pain Suffering Bang Bang Chains Devices Torture things Is this hell? Might as well be It's what's next and shit I live life filthy We sexed every bitch in the gutter Then we rob or mudda Find a shutta And shoot fo or fo each otha I blame it all on the people around me It's because of them god never found me Right?? (wrong) [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Before I hit the ground When I got three in the chest I should've guessed my time was over Should've worn the fucking vest But I wasn't thinking straight Caught up in the thug life Was the king on the streets Now I'm asking god to take my life To the pearly gates So I can rest peacefully But he wasn't helping me Why has he forsaken me? To eternity in hell Left to rot in the grave And if it wasn't for the Lotus I'd still be there today [Chorus:] Call upon your gods Beg for them to help you Call upon your gods Religion has left you Got a final hour Cross the final line Life will end But there is no end to time Call upon your gods Beg for them to help you Call upon your gods Religion has left you Got a final hour Cross the final line Life will end But there is no end to time [Shaggy 2 Dope:] Skin seperates from bone Seperates from bone One hot flash of metal Now your on this earth alone Laying face down in you're own blood With nowhere to turn Everything from your finger tips to toes burn Heat sets skin deep Open up your eyes The cold clutch of death's hand He could care less about your life As Hell's Chariots come to carry you away You finally realize It's to late to pray [Monoxide Child:] Help me out I can't understand the way you think Or what you're talking about I see you sitting Perfect circles With disciples of Satan I got my shotgun cocked Newspapers and revelations Every bullet is a story They keep it glorified The media's the target And now they gots to die Son of Sam Sam of son Buck you with my shotgun Wicked work will be done Fuck it catch a hot one [Chorus] [Jamie Madrox:] There ain't no end in time You hear me hethan bitch boy? Bite your devil tongue Before I stab you with this pitch fork All that shit you talk about "My God is ashamed" Crying in pain Calling his name Your such a hypocrite Low down inconsiderate Piece of shit And you ain't worth an ounce of spit Blasphemous Dissing my lord And clocked out Where's the tough guy That told my God to go and fuck himself? [Anybody Killa:] I called apon my god He told me which path to take I just hope it's not another mistake Confused by the things that I'm feeling Guns that I carry, hoes that I'm drilling Tell me is this just another fucked situation Calling on my God cause he's the cause of all creation Never was told things would be like this Always visioned that my life would be filled with happiness What [Chorus] [J Speaks in background] |
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