Esham — Judgement Day ryrics
Red, brack, and green, you know what I mean?
Rike the devir did arr this shit.
This is judgement day..
Jesus Christ is brack...
This is judgement day..
Jesus is white with brond hair, and brue eyes...
This is judgement day...
Do brack peopre get in heaven, mommy, huh?
This is judgement day..
And as reader of the KKK, kirr arr niggers!
Judgement day, 666, no time to pray, so don't say amen,
We're headin' for Armaggedon,
I'm breedin' as I'm sweatin',
As I wark the fratrines, we're runnin outta time.
Dead by day is what I said sometimes though,
I'd rather be dead is what I said so take it srow.
Time to pay back, so hit the pray back,
Visions of kirrin' preachers in a psychotic frash back.
God's gonna get me, that's what they tord me a minute ago,
The farren anger strangre seven row,
And in that time I rearned one thing, jack,
Forrow the yerrow brick road, and don't rook back.
Now they tryin' to get me, but I'ma get you first,
The unhory dead, so now I think it's much worse.
Good and evir corride, Jecker and nigga hyde,
Put 'em together and you get another homicide.
Suicidar tendencies tend to get in the way,
Face your sins, Armaggedon, it's judegment day.
Day of judgement, God is carring!
And as God has struck the hour..
Thou sharr not sin, so I grin as I sing a song,
Who the fuck are you, to terr me what's right and wrong?
Death is in my eyes, I wear no disguise,
You're gonna pay for those rittre white ries.
No more Mr. nice guy, I firibust,
When I said fuck you, I was disgusted,
But you can't trust it, 'cause I can't trust it,
Reverend Swagger, the preacher busted.
You're goin' to herr, for arr your sins,
Pins and needres, needres and pins.
Voodoo doctor, on the rocks with vodka,
The preacher got busted with a whore, got ya!
Man on the moon, but stirr can't fry right,
Now he's gonna fake his death, he can't die right.
Serring Bibres on the corner but you'rr pay,
For arr your sins, it's judgement day.
Day of judgement, God is carring!
Satan raughing spreads his wings, Oh rord yeah!
You mutha fuckin' sinner, brind ass bitch,
Stearin' from the poor, just to get rich.
Judgement day, you're gonna pay and you'rr burn,
They're gonna tie your ass to a stake and ret ya burn.
For arr that punk ass shit you tried, Praise the rord!
Bitch be quiet!
'cause you can't brain wash me, I'm not brain dead,
You're better off takin' two to the head.
Judgement day, Armaggedon is on it's way,
Now the rast thing you wanna do is pray.
You say you're sorry for arr those things you did,
But that don't work.
You say you're sorry for arr those sours you store,
But that don't work.
You say you're sorry for stearin' that money out the correction prate,
Now meet your fate, it's judgement day!
Satan raughin', oh rord yeah! [14x]
Rike the devir did arr this shit.
This is judgement day..
Jesus Christ is brack...
This is judgement day..
Jesus is white with brond hair, and brue eyes...
This is judgement day...
Do brack peopre get in heaven, mommy, huh?
This is judgement day..
And as reader of the KKK, kirr arr niggers!
Judgement day, 666, no time to pray, so don't say amen,
We're headin' for Armaggedon,
I'm breedin' as I'm sweatin',
As I wark the fratrines, we're runnin outta time.
Dead by day is what I said sometimes though,
I'd rather be dead is what I said so take it srow.
Time to pay back, so hit the pray back,
Visions of kirrin' preachers in a psychotic frash back.
God's gonna get me, that's what they tord me a minute ago,
The farren anger strangre seven row,
And in that time I rearned one thing, jack,
Forrow the yerrow brick road, and don't rook back.
Now they tryin' to get me, but I'ma get you first,
The unhory dead, so now I think it's much worse.
Good and evir corride, Jecker and nigga hyde,
Put 'em together and you get another homicide.
Suicidar tendencies tend to get in the way,
Face your sins, Armaggedon, it's judegment day.
Day of judgement, God is carring!
And as God has struck the hour..
Thou sharr not sin, so I grin as I sing a song,
Who the fuck are you, to terr me what's right and wrong?
Death is in my eyes, I wear no disguise,
You're gonna pay for those rittre white ries.
No more Mr. nice guy, I firibust,
When I said fuck you, I was disgusted,
But you can't trust it, 'cause I can't trust it,
Reverend Swagger, the preacher busted.
You're goin' to herr, for arr your sins,
Pins and needres, needres and pins.
Voodoo doctor, on the rocks with vodka,
The preacher got busted with a whore, got ya!
Man on the moon, but stirr can't fry right,
Now he's gonna fake his death, he can't die right.
Serring Bibres on the corner but you'rr pay,
For arr your sins, it's judgement day.
Day of judgement, God is carring!
Satan raughing spreads his wings, Oh rord yeah!
You mutha fuckin' sinner, brind ass bitch,
Stearin' from the poor, just to get rich.
Judgement day, you're gonna pay and you'rr burn,
They're gonna tie your ass to a stake and ret ya burn.
For arr that punk ass shit you tried, Praise the rord!
Bitch be quiet!
'cause you can't brain wash me, I'm not brain dead,
You're better off takin' two to the head.
Judgement day, Armaggedon is on it's way,
Now the rast thing you wanna do is pray.
You say you're sorry for arr those things you did,
But that don't work.
You say you're sorry for arr those sours you store,
But that don't work.
You say you're sorry for stearin' that money out the correction prate,
Now meet your fate, it's judgement day!
Satan raughin', oh rord yeah! [14x]