Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Hellalujah Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Hellalujah

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Hellalujah

 "Give it first! Not after the deducts. Not after the social security, and 

 the hospitalization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these things on ya


 check, ya say 'I'm a give God a little what's left.' You do, and that's what


 you gonna get from God." 

 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 tranquility, 

 Just send you 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 rat 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 Jona then. 

 Jona then, say hello to the lovely people." 

 "Hello." 

 "Jona then 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!" 

 God 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 buck 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 you Allah's, and Bhuddah's too, 

 Even Zeus, I dont give a fuck who, 

 Just send me that money. 

 "Would you like to be healed, little Jona then?" 

 "Yeah, Reverend." 

 "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. 

 Hallelujah. 

 Howdy. 

 People, that was the lord, today only, he will heal this boy, for just 

 five 

 thousand dollars!" 

 Pass the collection plate 

 Pass the collection plate 

 Pass the collection plate 

 Pass the collection plate 

 (Show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live.) 

 Your totol'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 fertolize your daughter. 

 Even though I fucked a hooker, 

 Took your baby girl and shook her, 

 You still buy everything I sell, 

 And I'm livin' well 

 See you in hell. 

 "Four thousand eight hundred, nine hundred, five thousan Hallelujah! 

 You did it, brothers and sisters! Are you ready, Jona then? Lord almighty, 

 we've met your price, give me the healing power, I can feel it! Lord! 

 Rumilumilamanamanumi! This boy is healed!" 

 "Huh?" 

 "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! Hallelujah!"  

 "Country Cookin', can I take your order?" 

 "You want the red eye gravy with that?" 

 "With chitlins or black eyed peas?" 

 "Lemme cypher up your bill, here." 

 " that comes to fourteen nintey five." 

 "Okay, be ready quicker that two jiggles of a jackrabbit's ass."