Pastor troy [talking]:      Yeah (yeah)      This song is called goddamn, vica versa      (I'm doin' my best to save my people)      It's like, (the people & I will rely in God)      Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad      Everything bad, was good      (what if heaven was on earth nigga)      The whole world, vica versa      (good is bad)      Vica versa (bad is good)      (dear lord am I the only one? )      This shit here, goddamn, gon'      Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro      Smoke that shit      (it's all vica versa)      Look up in the air nigga      (we rich nigga)      (this is what we doin', it's vica versa)      Know ain't everybody gon' feel this shit      Vica versa, pastor troy      Vica versa            Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      What if heaven was hell and vica versa      If I told you go to hell, would you tell I cursed ya?       I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate      They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate      I'ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th sign      And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time      Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica versa      Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture?       The spirit, man, do you understand, there's a war      It's ragin' on      And the devil got some ammo too      Don't get me wrong      But I put my trust off in the lord      It's too corrupt      Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up      I give a fuck, heaven was hell and vica versa      I have no fear      I done witnessed too much hell right here      Lend me your ear, recall all the beer      We had to pour      'till all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44      Payback nigga      My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter      Better alone      And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone                  Click above to visit our sponsors            Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby      It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg satan to save me      God I'm confused, the fuse of all these muthafuckaz      Makin' me sick      Virgin Mary never fu**ed nobody, but she sucked di**            with a clique of nasty concubine      And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine      Naste hoe      I don't know where i'ma go this christmas      It's satan's birth      I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt      While jesus equiped with angels, the devil's equiped with fire      Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks      Won't stop until they feel me      Protect me devil, think the lord is tryin' to kill me      It's vica versa      Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high      To see the lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die      My reply for any questions asked      The devil made me do it      Who's the devil may I ask?       It's so polluted      Up-rooted from all this stupid shit      See me cremated, my adaption to the climate      So glad I made it      Elated that they gon' go to heaven      But do they know      Heaven may not be th place to go      Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica versa      The devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya      Follow me...            Peter the disciple:      If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil      A doun south georgia rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level      Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did      Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs      And servin' nicks and talkin' shit      This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial      Heaven or hell, where do we go?       When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold      Only God knows, vica versa