Lucifer lyrics

Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!

[Hook]

Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)

Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

(So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)

[Verse 1]

Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him

But he also got a righteous cause for sinning

Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first

Emergency, doctors performing procedures

Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but

"Vengeance is mine" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all

Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on

Respirators for killing my best boy, haters

On permanent hiatus as I skate

In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan

Pumping "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 reading your psalms and chapters

Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming

[Hook]

Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)

Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

(So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)

[Verse 2]

Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy water

Spray from the Heckler-Koch automatic

All the static, shall cease to exist

Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!

Spread love, to all of my dead thugs

I pour out a little Louis, to a head above

Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth

'til that time, it's on and popping, church

Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either

Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost

Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stunting like Evel Knievel

I let you see where that bright light lead you

The more you talk, the more you irking us

The more you gon' need memorial services

The Black Album, second verse, is like

Devil's pie, save some dessert for us

[Interlude]

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 die

Oh man, I gotta get my soul right

'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life

Every time it seems it's alright

Somebody want they soul to rise

I chase you off of this Earth

(Let me get serious for y'all, one second)

[Verse 3]

I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's killer

Asking him "why?" as my eyes fill up

These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow

Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel ya

So, curse the day that birthed the bastard

Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash

Reverse the blast then reverse the car

Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob

Lord forgive him, we all have sinned

But Bob's a good dude, please let him in

And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge

Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again