Lucifer lyrics

[Intro]

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

Uh...and 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 its furnaces hotter than anybody else

The church doesn't like for people to grow up, because you can't control grown-ups

[Verse 1]

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 (Daddy help!)

"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 got...I 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)

[Hook]

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

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

[Verse 2]

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 (gunshots)

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... okay...breathe... kill em son) (gunshot)

[Bridge]

Kill em all (x6)

And they will lay dead when they blood spill

Kill em all (x6)

And they lay dead when they blood spill

Bust in my do' in come evil

See me bustin' my do' in come evil

Bustin' mine open till [invite me?] to show em

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 and the 61-9 and they'll think of me when tempting evil (Bwah!) (Lucifer)

[Outro]

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 systems...which human beings have created to try to help us walk into the mystery beyond us (Lucifer)

The more hatred the more death, the more die the more hate, a great evil is upon us

• Artist:Twisted Insane
• Album:Shoot For The Face 2