Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I Get to Hell, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 11.04.2010
Song language: English
When I Get to Hell |
| When I get to hell, |
| I’m sure that I’ll know everybody |
| from the likes of David Berkowitz to Allister Crowley |
| Couple bible thumpers here and there praise the lord, |
| If ya didn’t in your soul, then you destined to get yours |
| When I get to hell, |
| I’ll be sure to head for the throne |
| and all alone relieve the devil of his dome in his home |
| When I get to hell |
| I’m lookin' for Heath Ledger |
| I’ll see if I can get all the shit he left on his dresser |
| When I get to hell |
| I’ma start a new resistance |
| The first act, killin' 50 of the devil’s minions |
| No hell or the total terror |
| and pure happy people is as the devil was, |
| sweeter than me habit |
| When I get to hell |
| All the evil will line up, |
| and celebrate my death by drinkin' cups of my blood |
| When I get to hell |
| I’m changin' from skin to skeleton |
| My arms spread like wings of demons once again |
| I’m goin' to hell so who’ll come with me |
| The devil stab me with a pitchfork, come get me |
| I’m goin' to hell so who’ll come with me |
| The devil stab me with a pitchfork, come get me |
| Hell hell hell hell |
| hell hell hell hell |
| When I get to hell |
| I’m gonna crucify Hitler |
| While Napoleon watches from the front row and takes pictures |
| All the heads rollin' makes the audience pop |
| Another demon dead I’ma work my way to the top |
| When I get to hell |
| I’ll be swimmin' in a lake of blue flame |
| Skinnydippin' in puddles of blood stains |
| Where everything is everything that many bring |
| Anything that you need |
| From coke to murder sprees |
| Spreadin' like a disease |
| When I get to hell |
| I’m fuckin' Marylin Monroe |
| Doggystylin' her fire pit with a gun to her dome |
| In a dress like the Seven Year Itch and |
| Pullin' on the trigger as I bust like fuck that bitch |
| When I get to hell |
| I’m discombobulatin' and shake |
| 'Til my bones break and separate like skin from a snake |
| When I get to hell |
| I roll like a sick force |
| and I penetrate your skin like the horns from a pitchfork |
| When I get to hell |
| They gonna eat my eyes first |
| and run my ass over with an all black hearse |
| Scrape what’s left of us up and shovel it in a bucket |
| and dump it up in the orgies of demons as they would fuck it |
| Cause the pieces to chunk and sew it all up |
| Push me in the line waitin' for the elevator up |
| To vacuum the soul right up out the hole |
| So you can’t haunt nobody |
| You’re not even a ghost |
| When I get to hell |