Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Help Me - Praise The Lord, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Thee Undertakerz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Indie Power
Song language: English
Help Me - Praise The Lord |
| Man I got my wet stick ready, machete and devil mask |
| Movin through yo' neighborhood I snatch up your ghetto |
| pass |
| A true to life Ghost Rider, don’t try to come block my lane |
| I’m Adolf Hitler in the flesh and I’m back, to kill |
| again |
| Killin this game, I never show no remorse, feelin no pain |
| Still in this club with manic thoughts that I still |
| kill in my brain |
| Feelin insane I’m goin crazy Manson blood in my veins |
| No matter what’ll happen to me where I’m goin won’t |
| change |
| The stranger lookin through your window, drinkin blood |
| in the rain |
| I can’t explain these evil thoughts, I guess I’m goin |
| to flame |
| But still I’m searchin for redemption like it’s money |
| and fame |
| We only got one life to live, a shame we live it this |
| way |
| Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! |
| (Jesus) |
| Praise the Lord, change the game (change the game) |
| Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! |
| (Jesus) |
| Praise the Lord, change the game |
| Father forgive me, I’m full of sin |
| But you said if I knocked, you’d let me in again |
| Since I was doomed from the womb |
| That’s why I’m blessed I guess |
| Throughout the years, I done test the test |
| but still left 'em somethin left |
| After so many tears with this hard liquor, cigarettes |
| by the ounce |
| Left with a wet one, ready to bounce |
| So amazin, everlastin love, bust a dub |
| Up in the club — what? |
| Nigga what?! |
| I thought I told you where I’m at with mine |
| Momma born into this life of crime |
| Money murder and mayhem go hand in hand, you better |
| feel me These niggas real G (these niggas REAL G) |
| Contractions is yo' reaction, when I’m blastin |
| Laughin, shit you know these busters like plastic |
| Clock’s about to strike 12, you better save yo’self |
| Midnight pass and last days, movin fast |
| Check yo' periphreal, y’all don’t trust 'em though |
| Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow |
| Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow |
| Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow |
| Comin up the 101 freeway |
| I seen a ghost lookin through the window at me It coulda been the smoke from the dank laced with PCP |
| Ambulance in the red light, stole these vanilla Coogi |
| sweaters |
| Walkin into emergency |
| Sweat by the pound, heat off my side, I let off 30 |
| rounds |
| Two girls in the car waitin signed |
| In the fake name registered under Don |
| No Medicaid card, you can’t see the doctor was hatin |
| Three hours in room |
| I seen the mic on the floor |