Chords for Twisted Insane- Lucifer (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

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_ [Dm] I happen to believe in life after death. _
But I don't think it's got a thing to do with reward and punishment.
Religion is always in the control business.
And that's something people don't really understand.
It's in the guilt-producing control business.
I have visions of my death, made true by the wrath of women who have the stench of four
hundred years asphyxiated the ever-strangling pearl.
The more hatred, the more death.
The more die, the more hate.
A great evil is upon us.
And if you have heaven as a place where you're rewarded for your goodness, and hell as a
place where you're punished for your evil, then you sort of have control of a population.
And so they create this fiery place, which has quite literally scared the hell out of
a lot of people throughout Christian history.
And it's part of a control tactic.
But wait a minute, you're saying that hell, the idea of a place under the earth or somewhere
where you're tormented for an eternity is actually an invention of the church?
I think the church fired its furnaces hotter than anybody else. _ _ _
[F] _ [D] The church [N] doesn't like for people to grow up.
[C#m] Because you can't [B] control grown-ups.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ It's a shit.
And get the TV to run down the staircase with a scared face.
And if anybody tried to come and get you, I'ma shoot them right up in the lung.
Get you by the stairs.
Nobody was there.
Hide behind the chair.
If anybody come around, I'll make it back in a couple of minutes.
Go ahead and run.
I'll be gone.
Walk in the bedroom, I put you looking for my son.
Heard a click, clack, turn around.
That's when I saw the trip.
Some motherfucker with a mask on, had my son tied up, laughing with him in the minute.
Pointing at him, I'ma put the gun down, let him live.
Don't trip.
I got money, you can have it all.
Hop up in the whip, ride away, and I'ma take a motherfucker.
The heart of night, I'ma take a nigga.
I know you want it, I got it rigged.
And I ain't even mean you what you want.
You gotta come and get it.
Take a nigga's whole shit, I got it.
I got it.
They can put these heavens in the freezer.
I ain't finna tell about the hitters of the millimeter, running speakers.
Looking in the hallway, knowing my daughter's still right there.
Hide behind the chair, all over the care.
Where's these motherfuckers?
Don't see her.
I need her.
Get to walking up the stairs, and my son's still.
In the kitchen with the masked man and his hand stands on the gun still.
Took him right up in the room, told the nigga, wait, open up the safe.
I don't really give a shit about the money, but it won't be funny if a nigga's son's killed.
We good, we good.
Gucci.
Snack a nigga like I'm Lucci.
Eat a nigga like he dim sum.
For the win time, like I'm Bruce Lee.
This time I got a picture, nigga.
I don't even tell you shit.
It's real.
Fuck out of the bill.
Feeling like I'm in a nightmare, but I'm right here in the movie.
Yours truly.
Never underestimate a motherfucker like me.
I ain't got no kind of friends if I wasn't a pen and nobody write me.
I ain't never pray that Jesus is different than if I did.
What I'm about to do to these two motherfuckers in my house, I make a door come and strike me up.
[G] _ Because you can't control grownups.
[Dm] _
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_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ Pepper.
Mula.
Flesh.
Demons.
Follow.
Every.
Turn.
I'm not.
Making.
In.
Your.
House.
Murder with a black man.
Put him in the back.
I'm gonna get killed.
I'm gonna get died.
Pepper.
Mula.
Flesh.
Demons.
Follow.
Every.
Turn.
I'm not.
Making.
In.
Your.
House.
Leave it like a nigga bang more door
No mistake, nigga, that's that shoot for the face shit
Two two threes, put him out of sleep
Then I'm in the bed digging in your horse Get up
Then I kill him right there, got him up tight
In the kitchen right in front of his homie
And I cut up the foot in Friday
I'm a little bright, sick, sicker than most
Sick, sick, sick, I keep
Motherfuckers in the face, the rough I never come
Few thin try, he might yield
I am so dope, how you about to rope it?
Now fuck that, you my son or don't distract
I ain't joking
It's the one that broke up in the house
And put a loaded gun up in your mouth
And shoot the motherfucker right in between the eyes
Till he broken Try
Never underestimate a motherfucker like me
I ain't got no kind of friends if I wasn't a pen
And nobody write me
I ain't never paid a chance as if and if I did
What I'm about to do to these two motherfuckers in my house
I make a door come and strike me up
[G] Breathe
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Kill him off, kill him off, kill him off, kill him off, kill him off, kill him off
And they [F] will not die when they blessed [Dm] it
Kill him off, kill him off, kill him off, kill him off, kill him off, kill him off
And they will not die when they blessed it
Bustin' my door, become evil
See me bustin' my door, become evil
Bustin' my door, until right me they show
And then pay them to roll in me paper
They call me the impression
And me forgive
Bustin' that promise
[Am] They will not be sequel
[Dm] I take out them spine
I been sixty one nine
And them think of [F] me when them think evil [Dm] Bwah
The idea that the truth of God can be found in any human system
By any human creed
By any human book
Is almost beyond imagination for me
I mean, God is not a Christian
God is not a Jew or a Muslim or a Hindu or a Buddhist _
All those are human systems
Which human beings have created to try to help us walk through the system of God
The more hatred, the more death
The more die, the more hate
The great evil [F] is upon us _
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