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Hellalujah
2,808
Hardcore Rap
Hellalujah was released on June 24, 1997 by Psychopathic as a part of the album The Great Milenko
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Release DateJune 24, 1997
LabelPsychopathic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Legz Diamond
Legz Diamond
Vocals
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Programming
Shaggy 2 Dope
Shaggy 2 Dope
Vocals
Violent J
Violent J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Songwriter
Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
John Polito
John Polito
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me
(Give God the first portion of your income)
Give it first! Not after the deducts, not after the social security
And the hospitalization, and the malnutrition
Not after all these things on your check
You say," I'ma 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 cheques 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 Jonathan, Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people
(Hello), Jonathan 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 bucks 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 don't give a fuck who, just send me that money
Would you like to be healed, little Jonathan? (Yeah, Reverend)
You see, brothers and sisters, this-
Excuse me, I told him never to page me on a sermon day
Yes? Uh-huh! Hallelujah, outie
People, that was the lord, today only, he will heal this boy
For just, five thousand dollars!
Pass the collection plate (sh-sh-show me how you give)
Pass the collection plate (gi-gi-give, how to live)
Pass the collection plate (sh-sh-show me how you give)
Pass the collection plate (show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live)
Your total's 22-11
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 fertilize your daughter
Even though I fucked a hooker
Took your baby girl and shook her
You still buy everything I sell
And I will be livin' well, see you in hell
Four thousand eight hundred, nine hundred
Five thousan-, Hallelujah! You did it, brothers and sisters!
Are you ready, Jonathan? (Yes, reverand)
Lord almighty, we've met your price, give me the healing power
I can feel it! Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma noomy!
This boy is healed!
(Really?) 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 14.95 (oh, god, dear, save me)
Okay, be ready quicker than two jiggles of a jackrabbit's ass
Written by: Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler, Mike E. Clark
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