[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]