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

Dark Lotus

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