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Insane Clown Posse - Hellalujah lyrics
Give God the first portion of your income say that with me Give God the first portion of your income. Give it first! Not after deducts not after the social security and the hospitilization and the malnutrition. Not after all these things on your check you say I'm gonna give God a little what's left. You do and that's what you gonna get from God." [Violent J] Who am I? I'm not the Devil I can take you to my level Above the rocks, above the earth Tell me what your soul is worth How much money do you make? How much will you let me take? I will give you tranquilty Just send your wealth and checks to me Life is going to expire And your soul will burn in fire You will perish in the thunder Unless you call my hotline number God has asked you to make me rich Me and my fat-whack gaudy bitch On your T.V.'s late at night Send those checks and I'll guide you to the light "Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan. Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people, (hello). Jonathan has problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine, but we can heal this boy. For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!" [Violent J] God had called me and then stopped by And he told me you're gonna die Unless you buy my holy water Check, cash, or a money order This is true, don't question me I'll even send you shit for free It's only ten bucks for the call And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all Put your lips up to the screen Close your eyelids and intervene Your lips to mine, now send the cash And while you're there, you can kiss my ass Take your paycheck and send me half And I'll send you God's autograph I'll get Allah's and Buddha's too Even Zeus, I don't give a fuck who Just send me that money "Would you like to healed, little Jonathan? (yes, reverand). You see brothers and sisters, this...(beep-beep beep-beep) Excuse me. I told you never to page me on a sermon day. Yes? Uh-huh. Hallalujah. Outty. People, that was the lord, today only, he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!" Pass the collection plate (show-show me how you give) Pass the collection plate (g-give-give, how to live) Pass the collection plate (show-show-show me how you give) Pass the collection plate (show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live) [Violent J] Your total's twenty-two eleven For your set of keys to heaven Make the checks out in my name Me or God, it's all the same Bring your crippled ass to me Pay my usher the holy fee I'll bless your legs and bless your chair Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here Now a special ceremony This part don't cost any money Drip a drop of blessed water Now I fertalize your daughter Even though I fucked a hooker Took your baby girl and shook her You still buy everything I sell And I'm living well See you in Hell! "Four-thousand, eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousand Hallalujah, you did it brothers and sisters. Are you ready, Jonathan? (yes, reverand) Lord Almighty, we've met your price, give me the healing power, I can feel it, Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma noomy! This boy is healed. (really?) Now to the naked eye, it would appear that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's spirit has been healed. Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed little boy. His spirit is healed, Hallalujah |
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