| Man I got my wet stick ready, machete and devil mask
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| Movin through yo' neighborhood I snatch up your ghetto
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| pass
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| A true to life Ghost Rider, don’t try to come block my lane
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| I’m Adolf Hitler in the flesh and I’m back, to kill
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| again
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| Killin this game, I never show no remorse, feelin no pain
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| Still in this club with manic thoughts that I still
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| kill in my brain
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| Feelin insane I’m goin crazy Manson blood in my veins
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| No matter what’ll happen to me where I’m goin won’t
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| change
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| The stranger lookin through your window, drinkin blood
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| in the rain
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| I can’t explain these evil thoughts, I guess I’m goin
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| to flame
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| But still I’m searchin for redemption like it’s money
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| and fame
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| We only got one life to live, a shame we live it this
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| way
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| Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! |
| (Jesus)
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| Praise the Lord, change the game (change the game)
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| Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! |
| (Jesus)
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| Praise the Lord, change the game
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| Father forgive me, I’m full of sin
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| But you said if I knocked, you’d let me in again
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| Since I was doomed from the womb
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| That’s why I’m blessed I guess
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| Throughout the years, I done test the test
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| but still left 'em somethin left
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| After so many tears with this hard liquor, cigarettes
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| by the ounce
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| Left with a wet one, ready to bounce
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| So amazin, everlastin love, bust a dub
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| Up in the club — what? |
| Nigga what?!
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| I thought I told you where I’m at with mine
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| Momma born into this life of crime
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| Money murder and mayhem go hand in hand, you better
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| feel me These niggas real G (these niggas REAL G)
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| Contractions is yo' reaction, when I’m blastin
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| Laughin, shit you know these busters like plastic
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| Clock’s about to strike 12, you better save yo’self
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| Midnight pass and last days, movin fast
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| Check yo' periphreal, y’all don’t trust 'em though
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| Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow
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| Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow
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| Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow
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| Comin up the 101 freeway
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| I seen a ghost lookin through the window at me It coulda been the smoke from the dank laced with PCP
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| Ambulance in the red light, stole these vanilla Coogi
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| sweaters
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| Walkin into emergency
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| Sweat by the pound, heat off my side, I let off 30
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| rounds
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| Two girls in the car waitin signed
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| In the fake name registered under Don
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| No Medicaid card, you can’t see the doctor was hatin
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| Three hours in room
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| I seen the mic on the floor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Help Me - Praise The Lord , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Thee Undertakerz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп