[Intro: Sample from movie "Warlock: The Armageddon"]
How can you have faith in a God
That cannot even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos - only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity
Eternity
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
The end of the world, I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Mane, these hoes'll never quit
Until you leave 'em hangin' from a tree or thrown in a ditch
Which one of you niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buck shots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore you go to bed at night, you bitches better kneel and pray
'Cause when it's business, we takin' care of business
I'm clappin' on any punk witness, or any fool wanna get in it
Mane, this shit is real, not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain; run up and you'll get your brains
Blown to the side of the curb with that plastic thang-thang
Meanin' Glock nineteen with a twenty clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this
How can you have faith in a God
That cannot even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos - only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity
Eternity
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
The end of the world, I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Mane, these hoes'll never quit
Until you leave 'em hangin' from a tree or thrown in a ditch
Which one of you niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buck shots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore you go to bed at night, you bitches better kneel and pray
'Cause when it's business, we takin' care of business
I'm clappin' on any punk witness, or any fool wanna get in it
Mane, this shit is real, not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain; run up and you'll get your brains
Blown to the side of the curb with that plastic thang-thang
Meanin' Glock nineteen with a twenty clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this
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