Текст песни
So you need to change your attitude
'Fore they asking what happened to you
Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first
Emergency, doctors performing procedures
Jesus, I ain’t trying to be facetious, but
«Vengeance is mine» sayeth the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death’s door, breathing on
Respirators for killing my best boy, haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping «Brown Sugar» by D’Angelo
In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters
Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I’m coming
(Lucifer, son of the morning I’m gonna chase you out of Earth)
I’m from the murder capital, where we murder for capital
(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! I’m gonna chase you out of Earth)
(Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!)
So you need to change your attitude
'Fore they asking what happened to you
Yes, this is holy war
I wet y’all all with the holy water
Spray from Heckler-Koch automatic
All the static, shall cease to exist
Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!
Spread love, to all of my dead thugs
I pour out a little Louis, to a head above
Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth
'Til that time, it’s on and popping, church
Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either
Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost
Please I leave you in somebody’s cathedral
For stunting like Evel Knievel
I let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk, the more you irking us
The more you gon' need memorial services
The Black Album, second verse, is like
Devil’s pie, save some dessert for us
Man, I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won’t be happy 'til somebody die
Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
'Fore I’m locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it’s alright
Somebody want they soul to rise
I chase you off of this earth
(Let me get serious for y’all, one second)
I got dreams, of holding a nine milla, to Bob’s killer
Asking him why as my eyes fill up
These days I can’t wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you
So, curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash
Reverse the blast and reverse the car
Reverse the day and there you are, Bob Allah
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob’s a good dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again