Call Upon Your Gods - Lyrics - Dark Lotus

[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 that they're about to die. That they are about to meet whatever's after death. It's funny... nobody wants to turn to god till it's to late. Till it's time for you to ***' die [Violent J:] Agony Pain Suffering *** *** Chains Devices Torture things Is this hell? Might as well be It's what's next and *** I live life filthy Sexed every *** in the gutter Then we rob her motha Find a shutta And shoot fo or fo each other I blame it all on the people around me It's because of them that 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 up Should've worn the *** 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 asn'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 your own blood With nowhere to turn Everything from our fingertips to toes burn Heat sets skin deep Open up your eyes The cold clutch of deaths hand He could care less about your life As Hell's Chariots come to carry you away you finaly 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 siting perfect circles With deciples 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 os son Buck you with my shotgun Wicked work will be done *** it catch a hot one [Chorus] [Jamie Madrox:] There ain't no end to time You here me hethan *** boy? Bite your devil tongue Before I stab you with this pitch fork All that *** you talk about my god, heres a shank, Crying in pain Calling his name Your such a hypocrite Low down inconsiderate Piece of *** 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 *** himself? [Anybody Killa:] i called upon my god he told me which path to take i just hope it's not another mistake confused by the things that im feelin guns that i carry hos that im drillin tell me is it just another *** situation? callin on my god cuz hes the cause of all creation never was told things would be like this always visioned that my life would be filled with happines what! [Chorus] [J speaks in background]