Lucifer son of da mornin'   I'm gonna chase you out of earth   Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'   I'm from the murder capitol   Where we murder for capitol      Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'   I'm gonna chase you out of earth   Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'   So you niggas change your attitude   For they askin' what happened to you      Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him   But he also got a rightous 'cause for sinnin'   Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first   Emergency doctors performin procedures      Jesus, I ain't tryin' to be facetious   But "Vengance is mine" said the Lord   You said it better than all, leave niggas on deaths door   Breathin off respirators for killin' my best boy, haters      On permenant hiatus as I escape   In the Maybach Benz   Fly this then sanaa lathan   Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo      In Los Angeles, like an evangelist   How can you introduce you to your maker ?   Bring you closer to nature   Ashes after they cremate you bastards   Hope you been readin your psalms and chapters   Payin' your tithes being good Catholics, I'm comin'      Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'   I'm gonna chase you out of earth   Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'   I'm from the murder capitol   Where we murder for capitol      Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'   I'm gonna chase you out of earth   Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'   So you niggas change your attitude   For they askin' what happened to you, yes      This is Holy war I wet cha all with the Holy water   Spray from the Heckler Koch auto   Matic all the static shall cease to exist   Like a sabbatical I throw a couple at you      Take six, spread love to all of my dead thugs   I'll pour out a little Louie to a head above   Yes sir, and when I perish the meek shall inherit the earth   Until that time it's on a poppin' Church      Like Don Bishop the fifth upon cock either   Lift up your soul or give you the Holy Ghost please   I leave ya in somebodys Cathedral   And stuntin' like Evil Knievel      I'll let you see where that bright light lead you   The more you talk the more you irkin' us   The more you gonna need memorial services   The Black Album's second verse is like   Devil's Pie save some dessert for us      Man I gotta get my soul right   I gotta get these devils out my life   These cowards gonna make a nigga ride   They won't be happy till somebody dies      Man I gotta get my soul right   'For I'm locked up for my whole life   Evertime it seems it's all right   Somebody want they soul to rise   I'll chase you off of this earth      I got dreams of holdin' a Nine milla to Bobs killa   Askin' him why? as my eyes fill up   These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow   Gone but not forgotten holmes I still feel ya      So curse the day that birthed the bastard   Who 'caused your Church mass, reverse the crash   Reverse the blast, and reverse the car   Reverse the day, and there you are      Bob Allah, Lord forgive him we all have sinned   But Bobs a good dude please let him in   And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge   Please blame it on the sun of the mournin'   Thanks again