[Intro] "Ladies and gentlemen" [scratching: Vinnie Paz] "Y'all better listen to this" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, yo, I'm Jesus my right hand writes diseases
[The Game talking] What the fuck is all this noise? He from Cali he can't rap He ain't better than this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all hear
eye-to-eye I must be brighter than the sun Or else you've gone completely shy Am I handy poltergeist? By day a busy little elf A saint to rival Jesus Christ You'd better
murder-dem First emergency, doctors performin procedures Jesus, I ain't tryin to be facetious, but "Vengeance is mine" said the Lord You said it better than
door like a ghost Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the
on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better
, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, ?cause when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror
the pinnacle, nobody flyer than me, bro If you didn't like it then I admire the ego, And if they never told ya, then you better fire ya people Cause
No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life
zone! [Crying] ..::Meat Loaf (Father)::.. You've disobeyed my orders, son, My way you never [born?]. Your brother's ten times better than you, Jesus
the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near
go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is
flyer than me, bro If you didn't like it then I admire the ego, And if they never told ya, then you better fire ya people Cause fallen angels came for
a pad I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is with me Ain't no weapon form against me, back in common defeating I've been posted in the cut when them angels
Sundays was better than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We
gonna hurt But I don't think it gets any worse Than love letters on wet paper, forgivers and no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and
