Twiztid - When I Get To Hell lyrics

When I get to hell, I'm sure that I'll know everybody from the likes of David Berkowitz to Allister Crowley Couple bible thumpers here and there praise the lord, If ya didn't in your soul, then you destined to get yours When I get to hell, I'll be sure to head for the throne and all alone relieve the devil of his dome in his home When I get to hell I'm lookin' for Heath Ledger I'll see if I can get all the sh** he left on his dresser When I get to hell I'ma start a new resistance The first act, k**in' 50 of the devil's minions No hell or the total terror and pure happy people is as the devil was, sweeter than me habit When I get to hell All the evil will line up, and celebrate my d**h by drinkin' cups of my blood When I get to hell I'm changin' from skin to skeleton My arms spread like wings of demons once again [CHORUS:] I'm goin' to hell so who'll come with me [repeat] The devil stab me with a pitchfork, come get me [repeat] I'm goin' to hell so who'll come with me [repeat] The devil stab me with a pitchfork, come get me [repeat] Hell hell hell hell hell hell hell hell When I get to hell I'm gonna crucify Hitler While Napoleon watches from the front row and takes pictures All the heads rollin' makes the audience pop Another demon dead I'ma work my way to the top When I get to hell I'll be swimmin' in a lake of blue flame Skinnydippin' in puddles of blood stains Where everything is everything that many bring Anything that you need From coke to murder sprees Spreadin' like a disease When I get to hell I'm f**in' Marylin Monroe Doggystylin' her fire pit with a gun to her dome In a dress like the Seven Year Itch and Pullin' on the trigger as I bust like f** that b**h When I get to hell I'm discombobulatin' and shake 'Til my bones break and separate like skin from a snake When I get to hell I roll like a sick force and I penetrate your skin like the horns from a pitchfork [CHORUS] When I get to hell They gonna eat my eyes first and run my a** over with an all black hearse Scrape what's left of us up and shovel it in a bucket and dump it up in the orgies of demons as they would f** it Cause the pieces to chunk and sew it all up Push me in the line waitin' for the elevator up To vacuum the soul right up out the hole So you can't haunt nobody You're not even a ghost [CHORUS] When I get to hell [CHORUS]