45 Minutes

[Intro] 45 minutes He hung there alive For 45 minutes And then he died [Verse 1: Violent J] The preacher gave his sermon Told folks to kill that vermin Trap door dropped open, the rope snapped tight But still he up there squirmin' Alive, hangin' in the heat Hear him gaspin', kick his feet Mortified people screamin' in fright But the little kids think it’s sweet [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Hey yo, the executioner, send em to Lucifer Appear with the cross, call me the crucifer Trip the damn door, body parts kickin' And dangles, the strand around the neck as he, he strangles The crowd grows, anticipation soars Thirsty for death and they wanna see more Cheers to their throne, time lingers on Sadistically watchin', kickin' dirt till he’s gone [Hook] Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life (15 minutes) This endless torture (He’s swingin' and swingin') Dark clouds above us (Blue is the sky) (30 minutes) I know you see us (He’s swingin' and swingin') When will this end? (This horror show) (45 minutes) His feet are kickin', he’s swingin' [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] Sun beats on his hood The knot is tightened good His arms are tied up behind his back Shit, kill him, someone should His neck is strechin' longer The rope is that much stronger His body sways in a gentle breeze The sight is somethin' somber [Verse 4: Monoxide] His feet dangle and his throat gets tangled With a rope that strangles every bit of breath that’s left Outta his body until nothing’s left And I gotta be honest, I feel it in my chest I'mma witness with a sickness Who love’s to watch em hang from a distance Victim swingin' until they’re all witless 45 minutes, at least someone end this [Interlude] What kept him alive? (15 minutes) For all those gruelling minutes (He’s swingin' and swingin') The people did nothin' but stare (Blue is the sky) (30 minutes) Fixated on his torture (He’s swingin' and swingin') (When will this end?) They had all the time in the world (45 minutes) To wait for him to die (He’s swingin') [Verse 5: Jamie Madrox] Turnin' green like fix me Lookin' hella trippy 15, less than a full whole 60 minutes of life With silence of sight Will 2 wrongs combine together in an effort to make things right Why are there signs of crime soaked in violence Everyone stands still like a bunch of stone giants Lookin' down on him as he swings and sway He will not die until the motherfuckers all go away [Verse 6: Violent J] He swings, jerks, a vulture nearby lurks As he spins up on that rope, we wonder if it hurts Hear him gasp for breath, his soul is fighting death If he gives up and let’s go, show’s over, nothing’s left [Hook]