I still want 'em to eat but they're gonna have to be at a different table

Attention, your god's talking to the one you idolize and all copy

If you were anything at all like me

You'd hate your own guts and cut your wrists

I want all of your dead bodies on the lawn

And I want the law on me

And I wanna give whatever I got to your bitch

Though I remain guilty they ask me how I plead

Plead? I don't plead to no man

I don't get on my knees

I'm going to Hell, oh, well

Who's comin' with me?

I'm going to Hell, for what?

For the murder of my enemies

I'm going to Hell, oh, well

Who's comin' with me?

I'm going to Hell, for what?

For the murder of my enemies

Listen, my rods talking, the one that I used on my last homie

When that ol' dog, it starts barkin'

It'll rip you apart like a pack of wolves

Hell hounds on me, I'm Rob Johnson

I got problems we all got 'em where I'm from

We don't love each other, we love hate, we hate love

Though I remain guilty they ask me how I plead

Plead? I don't plead to no man

I don't get on my knees

I'm going to Hell, oh, well

Who's comin' with me?

I'm going to Hell, for what?

For the murder of my enemies

I'm going to Hell, oh, well

Who's comin' with me?

I'm going to Hell, for what?

For the murder

Women and children die first, there's no rules when we go to war

I owe a few mothers my first born and my second born and my third born

Seems like I had heart once

He died in my arms, there was so much blood

I could smell his insides and I've smelled it every day since

When his soul left

Now the scar tissue's so thick on my wrists

And the torn up muscles in my neck

Time heals all wounds because time means death

I'm going to Hell, oh, well

Who's comin'

I'm going to Hell

Who gives a fuck?

I'm going to Hell, oh, well

Who's comin' with me?

I'm going to Hell, for what?

For the murder of my enemies

I'm going to Hell, oh, well

Who's comin' with me?

I'm going to Hell, for what?

For the murder of my enemies