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Hellalujah
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"Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me,
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Give God the first portion of your income. Give it first!
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Not after deducts, not after the social security, and the
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hospitilization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these
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things on your check you say, I'm gonna give God a little what's
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left. You do, and that's what you gonna get from God."
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[Violent J]
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Who am I? I'm not the Devil
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I can take you to my level
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Above the rocks, above the earth
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Tell me what your soul is worth
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How much money do you make?
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How much will you let me take?
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I will give you tranquilty
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Just send your wealth and checks to me
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Life is going to expire
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And your soul will burn in fire
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You will perish in the thunder
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Unless you call my hotline number
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God has asked you to make me rich
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Me and my fat-whack gaudy bitch
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On your T.V.'s late at night
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Send those checks and I'll guide you to the light
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"Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's
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somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan.
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Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people, (hello). Jonathan has
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problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine, but we can heal
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this boy. For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!"
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[Violent J]
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God had called me and then stopped by
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And he told me you're gonna die
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Unless you buy my holy water
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Check, cash, or a money order
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This is true, don't question me
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I'll even send you shit for free
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It's only ten bucks for the call
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And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all
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Put your lips up to the screen
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Close your eyelids and intervene
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Your lips to mine, now send the cash
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And while you're there, you can kiss my ass
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Take your paycheck and send me half
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And I'll send you God's autograph
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I'll get Allah's and Buddha's too
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Even Zeus, I don't give a fuck who
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Just send me that money
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"Would you like to healed, little Jonathan? (yes, reverand).
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You see brothers and sisters, this...(beep-beep beep-beep)
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Excuse me. I told you never to page me on a sermon day. Yes?
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Uh-huh. Hallalujah. Outty. People, that was the lord, today only,
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he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!"
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Pass the collection plate (show-show me how you give)
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Pass the collection plate (g-give-give, how to live)
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Pass the collection plate (show-show-show me how you give)
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Pass the collection plate (show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live)
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[Violent J]
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Your total's twenty-two eleven
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For your set of keys to heaven
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Make the checks out in my name
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Me or God, it's all the same
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Bring your crippled ass to me
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Pay my usher the holy fee
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I'll bless your legs and bless your chair
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Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here
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Now a special ceremony
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This part don't cost any money
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Drip a drop of blessed water
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Now I fertalize your daughter
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Even though I fucked a hooker
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Took your baby girl and shook her
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You still buy everything I sell
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And I'm living well
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See you in Hell!
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"Four-thousand, eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousand
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Hallalujah, you did it brothers and sisters. Are you ready, Jonathan?
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(yes, reverand) Lord Almighty, we've met your price, give me the
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healing power, I can feel it, Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma noomy!
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This boy is healed. (really?) Now to the naked eye, it would appear
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that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's
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spirit has been healed. Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed
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little boy. His spirit is healed, Hallalujah!"
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Hellalujah
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