(Lucifer, son of the morning I'm gonna chase you out of Earth)
 I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital
 (Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth)
 (Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius [bad word] #33;)
 So you need to change your attitude
 'Fore they asking what happened to you

 [Verse 1]
 Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him
 But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
 Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first
 Emergency, doctors performing procedures
 Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but
 "Vengeance is mine" sayeth the Lord
 You said it better than all
 Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on
 Respirators for killing my best boy, haters
 On permanent, hiatus as I skate
 In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan
 Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
 In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
 I can introduce you to your maker
 Bring you closer to nature
 Ashes after they cremate you [bad word] 
 Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters
 Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, [bad word] 

 [Hook]
 (Lucifer, son of the morning I'm gonna chase you out of Earth)
 I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital
 (Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth)
 (Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius [bad word] #33;)
 So you need to change your attitude
 'Fore they asking what happened to you

 [Verse 2]
 Yes, this is holy war
 I wet y'all all with the holy water
 Spray from Heckler-Koch automatic
 All the static, shall cease to exist
 Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!
 Spread love, to all of my dead thugs
 I pour out a little Louis, to a head above
 Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth
 'Til that time, it's on and popping, church
 Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm [bad word] either
 Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost
 Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral
 For stunting like Evel Knievel
 I let you see where that bright light lead you
 The more you talk, the more you irking us
 The more you gon' need memorial services
 The Black Album, second verse, is like
 Devil's pie, save some dessert for us

 [Interlude]
 Man, I gotta get my soul right
 I gotta get these devils out my life
 These cowards gonna make a [bad word] ride
 They won't be happy 'til somebody die
 Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
 'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life
 Every time it seems it's alright
 Somebody want they soul to rise
 I chase you off of this earth

 [Verse 3]
 (Let me get serious for y'all, one second)
 I got dreams, of holding a nine milla, to Bob's killer
 Asking him why as my eyes fill up
 These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow
 Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you
 So, curse the day that birthed the [bad word] 
 Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash
 Reverse the blast and reverse the car
 Reverse the day and there you are, Bob Allah
 Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
 But Bob's a good dude, please let him in
 And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
 Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again