[Violent J:]

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 



[Chorus]



[J Speaks in background]