Call Upon Your Gods Lyrics

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
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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]

Dark Lotus Call Upon Your Gods