Twisted Insane - Lucifer lyrics

I happen to believe in life after death
But, I don't think it's got a thing
To do with reward and punishment
Religion is always under control of business
Uhand that's something people
Don't really understand it's, it's in the
Guilt-producing control business
(I have visions of my death
Made true by the wrath of
Men who have the stench
Of 400 years asphyxiated in
Every strand and pore
The more hatred the more death
The more die the more hate
A great evil is upon us, Lucifer)
And if you have Heaven as a place
Where you're rewarded for your goodness
And Hell is a place where
You're punished for your evil
Then you sort of have
Control over the population
And so they create this fiery place
Which has quite literally scared
The hell out of a lot
Of people throughout Christian history
And it's part of a control tactic
But wait a minute, you're saying that Hell
The idea of a place under the
Earth or somewhere where you're
Tormented for an eternity is a
Human invention among the church
I think the church fired it's
Furnaces hotter than anybody else
The church doesn't like for
People to grow up
Because you can't control grown-ups

Middle of the night I hear somebody at
The window while I'm wide awake
Grab the heater out the closet moving down
The hallway looking for my kids
Woke 'em up and told 'em
"Do not make a sound somebody in the kitchen
Daddy got a weapon
Ain't nobody steppin' to you baby hurry up
I don't know who it is get ya shit
And get to tippy-toeing down the
Staircase with a scared face
And if anybody tries to come and get you
I'ma shoot 'em right up in the lung
Meet you bottom of the
Stairs" Nobody was there
"Hide behind a chair if anyone
Come or I don't
Make it back in a couple of minutes
Go ahead and run" i begun
Walking up into my kitchen
Looking for my sons
Heard a click-clack, turned around
That's when I saw the triv
Some motherfucker with a mask on
Had my son tied up
Laughing with a millimeter pointed at him
"I'ma put the gun down let
Him live don't trip
I got money, you can have it all
Hop up in the whip
Ride away and I won't say a motherfucking
Word into another soul about this"
The harder man'll roll take a
Nigga hollow what you
Want? I got a rig I ain't even
Be in what you want you gotta come and
Get it take a nigga's whole shit"
I goti got AK-47s in the freezer
I ain't finna tell him 'bout the heaters
Or the millimeter in the speaker
Looking in the hallway
Knowing my daughter's still right there
Hiding behind a chair
All I really care is these
Motherfuckers don't see her i need her
Get to walking up the stairs
And my son's still
In the kitchen with the masked man and
His hand stands on the gun still
Took 'em right up in the
Room, told a nigga wait, opened up
The safe, I don't really give
A shit about the money
But it won't be funny if a nigga son's killed
We good here, gucci
Snake a nigga like I'm Lucci
Eat a nigga like he Dim Sum
Full of Wing Chun like I'm Bruce Lee
Someone gotta pinch a nigga
I don't know if shit is real
Fuck a dollar bill, feeling like
I'm in a nightmare
But, I'm right there in a movie yours truly
Never underestimate a motherfucker like me
I ain't got no kind of friends
If I was in the pen
Then ain't nobody write me
I ain't ever pray to Jesus, even if I did
What I'm about to do to
These two motherfuckers in
My house'll make the Lord come and strike me
I'm

(Because you can't control grownups)

I'mlucifer i'm the devil in the flesh
Demons follow every time
Tryn'a make it to your house
See you, haunt you, always die
Murder with a black mask, put 'em in
The back, fuck a nigga killer wicked, i'm
Lucifer i'm the devil in the flesh
Demons follow every time
Tryn'a make it to your house
See you, haunt you, always die
Murder with a black mask, put 'em in
The back, fuck a nigga killer wicked, i'm

Ay, look you got what you came for
Man just let my son go man (Let me go)
Just let my son go
Man he only seven years old
He ain't do shit man

Murder with a black mask, put 'em in
The back, fuck a nigga killer wicked, i'm
(Lucifer)

Okay it's alright it's gon' be alright
(Daddy, help me)
Come on come on man just let him go (No)
Let him go he ain't got nothing to do with
This just take me i'm the one you want
Murder with a black mask, put 'em in
The back, fuck a nigga killer wicked, i'm

Now they got me in the bathroom
Laughing at me like a baboon
Thinking how I don't know these people
(that's real) but they don't know me either
Hid the millimeter in the speaker and these
Motherfuckers they just don't know how eager
(that's real)
I be when you cried me, I'm sickening
I been known to mutilate the body and
I'm on the chasin' for the gun
My son run up out the room
Hit him with a broom
I'm a demon, nice to meet
You but to beat you
What you want to do to make a nigga
Pull the trigger and be hella done
(ESSIE RUN)
The pistol and the father tell 'em
What the fuck you've done
You better pray to whoever the fuck you
Believin' in to hit my kids
Testin' him for the gun, Hit em in the face
Waste no time
When the mirror breaks pick it up and then I
Gotta penetrate the shit up in his ribs
I got sick, why? Bitch I'm
Not the one you wanna fuck around and
Come into a nigga house trippin
Oh, what you thought I was gon let you
Come up in this mothafucka kill em all
Nah nigga yo ass finna be the one
With the blood drippin' I got
I got many bloodstains on my floorboards
I need more, need yours
Evil like a nigga banged Mordor
No mistake nigga this that shoot
For the face shit
Two 2-3's put em all to sleep then I'm
In the bed dickin' in your whores (Get up)
Didn't kill 'em right there got
'em up tied him in the kitchen
Right in front his homie and I cut
Up the foot and fried him
I'm a little brainsick
Sicker than most sick sick sick
I keep mothafuckers in the
Freezer if a neighbor
Come through then try him I am
I am so dope hanging by the rope and
Nah fuck that give my son a loaded strap
I ain't jokin'
Diss the one that broke up in the house and
Put the loaded gun up in your mouth and
Shoot the motherfucker right in between
The eyes til he broken (Do it)
Never underestimate a motherfucker like me
I ain't got no kind of friends
If I was in the pen
Then ain't nobody write me
I ain't ever pray to Jesus, even if I did
What I'm about to do to
These two motherfuckers in
My house'll make the Lord come and strike me
I'm (aim okaybreathe kill em son)

Kill em all
And they will lay dead when they blood spill
Kill em all
And they lay dead when they blood spill
Bust in my do' in come evil
See me bustin' my do' in come evil
Then feed em to all of me people
They come in and brush em and we will keep
Bustin' I promise there will not be sequel
I take out them spine 61-9 and they'll
Think of me when tempting evil
(Bwah, Lucifer)

The idea that the truth of God can
Be bound in any human system by
Any human creed by any human book
Is almost beyond imagination for me
I mean, God is not a Christian
God is not a Jew or a Muslim
Or a Hindi or a Buddhist (Lucifer)
All of those are human systemswhich
Human beings have created to
Try to help us walk into the mystery beyond
(Lucifer)
The more hatred the more death, the
More die the more hate
A great evil is upon us