Call Upon Your God's

[Intro: Violent J] "I think it's funny how, the toughest criminals and thugs And whatever,when they on their deathbed, you know like the day before They fry in the electric chair all a sudden they wanna get religious I heard like 9 out of 10 inmates on deathrow are all...ultra religious That's because they know they're about to die and meet what's ever after death It's funny, nobody want's to turn to God until it's too late Until it's time for you to fuckin' die." [Violent J] Agony, pain, suffering, pain pain Pain, pain, chains, devices and torture thangs Is this hell, well, might as well be It's what's next to that shit, I live life filthy Sexed every bitch in the gutter, then we rob her mudda' Find the shudda', then shoot bowa' for each other I paint it all on the people around me It's because of them God never found me right? [Blaze] Before I hit the ground when I caught 3 in the chest I should'a guessed my time was over, should'a worn a fuckin' vest But I wasn't thinkin' straight, caught up in the thug life Once the king on the streets, now I'm askin' God to take my life To the pearly gates so I can rest peacefully But he wasn't helpin' me, why is he foresakin' me? To eternity of hell left to rot in the grave And if it wasn't for the Lotus, i'd still be there today [Hook] Call upon your God's, beg for them to help you Call upon your God's, religion has left you Got a final hour, cross the final line Life will end, but there is no end to time X2 [Shaggy 2 Dope] Skin separates from bone, seperate from bone One hot flash of metal, now you're on this earth alone Layin' face down in your own blood with nowhere to turn Everything, from your fingertips to toes burn Heat set's skin deep, open up your eye's The cold clutch of death's hand, he could care less about your life As Hell's chariots comes to carry you away You finally realize, it's to late to pray! [Monoxide] Help Me Out!! I can't understand the way you think or what your talkin' about I see you sittin' perfect circles, wit' deciples of Satan I got my shotgun cocked, news papers and revelations Every bullet is a story, they keep it glorified The media's the target, and now they got's to die Son of Sam, Sam of Son, fuck you wit' my shotgun Wicked work will be done, fuck it catch a hot one [Hook] [Jamie Madrox] There ain't no end in time, you hear me heathen, bitch boy? Bite your devil tongue before I stab you with this pitchfork All that shit you talk about, my God is ashamed Cryin' in pain, callin' his name Your such a hypocrit, a low-down, inconsidrate Piece of shit, and you ain't worth an ounce a spit Blasphemous dissin' my Lord, and clocked out Where's the tough guy, that told my Lord to go and fuck himself bitch? [Marz] All of my life, and times, all of my crimes It got me lookin' for the sign that God's alive Cuz' there's gotta be, more to this life than knives And coke lines, the violent crimes I've realized, that they lied, cuz' God's alive, he's inside of me There ain't gone' be no afterlife where their judgin' me I ain't scared of death, I ain't scared of life When I die, I'm gone' smile, bring it on, it's a good day to die [Hook] [Monoxide] "Help me out, I can't understand the way you think or what your talkin' about" x4