Lyrics:

Lucifer don of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of earth!
Lucifer, Lucifer don of da mornin'
[Im from the murder capitol where we murder for capital]

Lucifer don of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of earth!
Lucifer don of da mornin'
(Kanyeeze you did it again you a genius nigga)
[So you niggas change your attitude 'fore they askin what happened to you]

[Verse One]
Lord forgive him
He got them dark forces in him
But he also got a rightous cause for sinnin
Them a murder me so i gotta murder them first
Emergency doctors performin procedures
Jesus
I ain't tryin to be facetious
But "Vengance is mine" said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on deaths door
Breathin off res-pir-rators
for killin my best boy, HATERS
On permenant hiatus as i escape
In the Maybach Benz
Fly this then Sanaa Lathan
Pumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angeles
Like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been readin your psalms and chapters
Payin your tithes being good Catholics
I'm comin

[Chorus]
Lucifer, Lucifer don of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of earth!
Lucifer, Lucifer sin of da mornin'
[See, See, See
I'm from the murder capitol where we murder for capital]

Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of earth!
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'
[See, See, See
So you niggas change your attitude 'for they askin what happened to you]

[Verse Two]
Yes
This is Holy war
I wet cha all with the Holy water
Spray from the Heckler Koch auto
Matic all the static shall cease to exist
Like a sabbatical i throw a couple at you
Take six
Spread love to all of my dead thugs
I'll pour out a little Louie to a head above
Yes Sir
And when i perish
The meek shall inherit the earth
Until that time it's on a poppin Church
Like Don Bishop
The fifth upon cock either
Lift up your soul or give you the Holly ghost please
I leave ya in somebodys Cathedral
And stuntin like Evil Knievel
I'll let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk the more you irkin us
The more you gonna need memorial services
The Black Album's second verse is like
Devil's Pie save some dessert for us

Man i gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these Devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won't be happy til somebody dies

Man i gotta get my soul right
'Fore i'm locked up for my whole life
Evertime it seems it's all right
Somebody want they soul to rise
(I'll chase you off of this Earth)

[Verse Three]
I got dreams of holdin a Nine milla
To Bobs killa
Askin him "why?" as my eyes fill up
These days i can't wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten holmes i still feel ya
So...Curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your Church mass
Reverse the crash
Reverse the blast
And reverse the car
Reverse the day, and there you are
Bob Allah
Lord forgive him we all have sinned
But Bobs a good dude please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that i long for revenge
Please blame it on the sun of the mournin
Thanks Again