Help Me - Praise The Lord - Kool Keith

Man I got my wet stick ready, machete and devil mask

Movin through yo' neighborhood I snatch up your ghetto

pass

A true to life Ghost Rider, don’t try to come block my lane

I’m Adolf Hitler in the flesh and I’m back, to kill

again

Killin this game, I never show no remorse, feelin no pain

Still in this club with manic thoughts that I still

kill in my brain

Feelin insane I’m goin crazy Manson blood in my veins

No matter what’ll happen to me where I’m goin won’t

change

The stranger lookin through your window, drinkin blood

in the rain

I can’t explain these evil thoughts, I guess I’m goin

to flame

But still I’m searchin for redemption like it’s money

and fame

We only got one life to live, a shame we live it this

way

Praise the Lord, help me Jesus!

(Jesus)

Praise the Lord, change the game (change the game)

Praise the Lord, help me Jesus!

(Jesus)

Praise the Lord, change the game

Father forgive me, I’m full of sin

But you said if I knocked, you’d let me in again

Since I was doomed from the womb

That’s why I’m blessed I guess

Throughout the years, I done test the test

but still left 'em somethin left

After so many tears with this hard liquor, cigarettes

by the ounce

Left with a wet one, ready to bounce

So amazin, everlastin love, bust a dub

Up in the club — what?

Nigga what?!

I thought I told you where I’m at with mine

Momma born into this life of crime

Money murder and mayhem go hand in hand, you better

feel me These niggas real G (these niggas REAL G)

Contractions is yo' reaction, when I’m blastin

Laughin, shit you know these busters like plastic

Clock’s about to strike 12, you better save yo’self

Midnight pass and last days, movin fast

Check yo' periphreal, y’all don’t trust 'em though

Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow

Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow

Don’t waste yo' breath, if y’all ain’t got no flow

Comin up the 101 freeway

I seen a ghost lookin through the window at me It coulda been the smoke from the dank laced with PCP

Ambulance in the red light, stole these vanilla Coogi

sweaters

Walkin into emergency

Sweat by the pound, heat off my side, I let off 30

rounds

Two girls in the car waitin signed

In the fake name registered under Don

No Medicaid card, you can’t see the doctor was hatin

Three hours in room

I seen the mic on the floor