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