Hellalujah lyrics

Artist  : Insane Clown Posse 
Song : Hellalujah
 


"Give God the first portion of your income say
that with me
Give God the first portion of
your income. Give it first!
Not after deducts
not after the social security and
the
hospitilization and the malnutrition. Not
after all these
things on your check you say
I'm gonna give God a little what's
left. You
do and that's what you gonna get from
God."

[Violent J]
Who am I? I'm not the
Devil
I can take you to my level
Above the
rocks, above the earth
Tell me what your soul
is worth
How much money do you make?
How
much will you let me take?
I will give you
tranquilty
Just send your wealth and checks to
me
Life is going to expire
And your soul
will burn in fire
You will perish in the
thunder
Unless you call my hotline
number
God has asked you to make me rich
Me
and my fat-whack gaudy bitch
On your T.V.'s
late at night
Send those checks and I'll guide
you to the light

"Don't put away your
wallets just yet, brothers and sisters.
There's
somebody here I'd like all of you to
meet. This is little Jonathan.
Jonathan, say
hello to the lovely people, (hello). Jonathan
has
problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs,
crooked spine, but we can heal
this boy. For
just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this
boy!"

[Violent J]
God had called me and
then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna
die
Unless you buy my holy water
Check,
cash, or a money order
This is true, don't
question me
I'll even send you shit for
free
It's only ten bucks for the call
And
I'll send a prayer, no charge at all
Put your
lips up to the screen
Close your eyelids and
intervene
Your lips to mine, now send the
cash
And while you're there, you can kiss my
ass
Take your paycheck and send me half
And
I'll send you God's autograph
I'll get Allah's
and Buddha's too
Even Zeus, I don't give a
fuck who
Just send me that money

"Would
you like to healed, little Jonathan? (yes,
reverand).
You see brothers and sisters,
this...(beep-beep beep-beep)
Excuse me. I told
you never to page me on a sermon day.
Yes?
Uh-huh. Hallalujah. Outty. People, that
was the lord, today only,
he will heal this
boy, for just five thousand dollars!"

Pass
the collection plate (show-show me how you
give)
Pass the collection plate (g-give-give,
how to live)
Pass the collection plate
(show-show-show me how you give)
Pass the
collection plate (show me how you give, I'll tell
you how to live)

[Violent J]
Your
total's twenty-two eleven
For your set of keys
to heaven
Make the checks out in my name
Me
or God, it's all the same
Bring your crippled
ass to me
Pay my usher the holy fee
I'll
bless your legs and bless your chair
Then
wheel your bitch-ass outta here
Now a special
ceremony
This part don't cost any
money
Drip a drop of blessed water
Now I
fertalize your daughter
Even though I fucked a
hooker
Took your baby girl and shook
her
You still buy everything I sell
And I'm
living well
See you in
Hell!

"Four-thousand, eight-hundred,
nine-hundred, five thousand
Hallalujah, you
did it brothers and sisters. Are you ready,
Jonathan?
(yes, reverand) Lord Almighty, we've
met your price, give me the
healing power, I
can feel it, Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma
noomy!
This boy is healed. (really?) Now to
the naked eye, it would appear
that this boy
has not been healed, but I can assure you, this
boy's
spirit has been healed. Inside this
tangled, mangled frame is a healed
little boy.
His spirit is healed, Hallalujah!"