Hellalujah Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Hellalujah 

"Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me, 

Give God the first portion of your income. Give it first! 

Not after deducts, not after the social security, and the 

hospitilization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these 

things on your check you say, I'm gonna give God a little what's 

left. You do, and that's what you gonna get from God." 

Who am I? I'm not the Devil 

I can take you to my level 

Above the rocks, above the earth 

Tell me what your soul is worth 

How much money do you make? 

How much will you let me take? 

I will give you tranquilty 

Just send your wealth and checks to me 

Life is going to expire 

And your soul will burn in fire 

You will perish in the thunder 

Unless you call my hotline number 

God has asked you to make me rich 

Me and my fat-whack gaudy bitch 

On your T.V.'s late at night 

Send those checks and I'll guide you to the light 

"Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's 

somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan. 

Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people, (hello). Jonathan has 

problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine, but we can heal 

this boy. For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!" 

God had called me and then stopped by 

And he told me you're gonna die 

Unless you buy my holy water 

Check, cash, or a money order 

This is true, don't question me 

I'll even send you shit for free 

It's only ten bucks for the call 

And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all 

Put your lips up to the screen 

Close your eyelids and intervene 

Your lips to mine, now send the cash 

And while you're there, you can kiss my ass 

Take your paycheck and send me half 

And I'll send you God's autograph 

I'll get Allah's and Buddha's too 

Even Zeus, I don't give a fuck who 

Just send me that money 

"Would you like to healed, little Jonathan? (yes, reverand). 

You see brothers and sisters, this...(beep-beep beep-beep) 

Excuse me. I told you never to page me on a sermon day. Yes? 

Uh-huh. Hallalujah. Outty. People, that was the lord, today only, 

he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!" 

Pass the collection plate (show-show me how you give) 

Pass the collection plate (g-give-give, how to live) 

Pass the collection plate (show-show-show me how you give) 

Pass the collection plate (show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live) 

Your total's twenty-two eleven 

For your set of keys to heaven 

Make the checks out in my name 

Me or God, it's all the same 

Bring your crippled ass to me 

Pay my usher the holy fee 

I'll bless your legs and bless your chair 

Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here 

Now a special ceremony 

This part don't cost any money 

Drip a drop of blessed water 

Now I fertalize your daughter 

Even though I fucked a hooker 

Took your baby girl and shook her 

You still buy everything I sell 

And I'm living well 

See you in Hell! 

"Four-thousand, eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousand 

Hallalujah, you did it brothers and sisters. Are you ready, Jonathan? 

(yes, reverand) Lord Almighty, we've met your price, give me the 

healing power, I can feel it, Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma noomy! 

This boy is healed. (really?) Now to the naked eye, it would appear 

that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's 

spirit has been healed. Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed 

little boy. His spirit is healed, Hallalujah!"