Burning Hell

We got about ten now You know like i told Don't take me tree days, you know We go for triple album If we go for triple album Well we going for triple money Lots of money Its a hit album you don't worry about the money It will come out running You got to worry about that now lee Nothing for the best later than garbage What's that, matter of facts All right we gon do little thing Am hitting this groovy spot But am gona wait to tomorrow night to really hit this grove And they give this kids harmonica I don't how he followed me but he do it You must be following all my record all your life And see i cant loose you You know a guy called pig We call him pig pin Old budy of mine The way we out in the country You were he live in He leave in the south side You gout there you find youself in pigs and chiken He call himself cook And his old lady His wife can cook but pig cant cook Does he grows stuffs, yeah His wife is a good cook but you know Pig try to cook but you know, am a good cook I cant eat your food in there Everybody talk about it Burning hell Ain't no heaven, I know Ain't no burning hell Where I die I go Can't nobody tell I am going, Deacon Jones I went down to the church house I got down on my bended knee I prayed, I prayed all night, I prayed Deacon Jones, pray for me I went down to the church house I got down on my knee I begged, Deacon Jones to pray for me He said, son, here my hand Ain't no heaven Ain't no burning hell Ain't no heaven, ain't no heaven, no burning hell When I die, where I go, nobody know No burning hell, no burning, no burning Ain't no burning, no burning hell When I die, in my grave, nobody know where I'm going Ain't no heaven, ain't no hell When I die, nobody tell Hey hey, hey hey Deacon Jones,Deacon Jones, Deacon Jones pray for me I don't believe, I don't believe in no heaven I don't believe in no hell When I die, where I go, nobody know No no, hey hey Hey hey, hey hey Hey hey