lucifer

Lyrics

lucifer, son of the morning!, i'm gonna chase you out of earth, lucifer, lucifer, son of the morning. lucifer, lucifer, son of the morning!, i'm gonna chase you out of earth, lucifer, lucifer, son of the morning. you niggas 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" said the lord, you said it better than all, leave niggas on death's door, breathing off respirators, for killing my best boy, haters, on permanent hiatus as i skate, in the maybach benz, flyer the 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 tithes being good catholics, i'm coming, lucifer, son of the morning!, i'm gonna chase you out of earth, lucifer, lucifer, son of the morning. lucifer, lucifer, son of the morning!, i'm gonna chase you out of earth, lucifer, lucifer, son of the morning. you niggas change your attitude, 'fore they asking what happened to you, yes, this is holy war, i wet you all with the holy water, spray from the heckler koch automatic, all the static shall cease to exist, like a sabbatical i throw a couple at you, take six, spread love to all of my dead thugs, i'll pour out a little louie 'til i head above, yes sir, and when i perish, the meek shall inherit the earth, until that time it's on and popping church, like don bishop, the fifth upon cock either, lift up your soul or give the holy ghost please, i leave ya in somebody's cathedral, and stunting like evel knievel, i'll let you see where that bright light lead you, the more you talk the more you irking us, the more you gonna need memorial services, the black album's second verse is like, devil's pie please 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 dies, 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 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 ya, 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, bobalob, 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