Burning Hell

We got about ten now
You know like i told
Don't take me tree days, you know
We go for triple album
If we go for triple album
Well we going for triple money
Lots of money
Its a hit album you don't worry about the money
It will come out running
You got to worry about that now lee

Nothing for the best later than garbage
What's that, matter of facts
All right we gon do little thing
Am hitting this groovy spot
But am gona wait to tomorrow night to really hit this grove
And they give this kids harmonica
I don't how he followed me but he do it
You must be following all my record all your life
And see i cant loose you
You know a guy called pig

We call him pig pin
Old budy of mine
The way we out in the country
You were he live in
He leave in the south side
You gout there you find youself in pigs and chiken
He call himself cook

And his old lady
His wife can cook but pig cant cook
Does he grows stuffs, yeah
His wife is a good cook but you know
Pig try to cook but you know, am a good cook
I cant eat your food in there

Everybody talk about it
Burning hell
Ain't no heaven, I know
Ain't no burning hell
Where I die I go
Can't nobody tell

I am going, Deacon Jones
I went down to the church house
I got down on my bended knee
I prayed, I prayed all night, I prayed
Deacon Jones, pray for me

I went down to the church house
I got down on my knee
I begged, Deacon Jones to pray for me
He said, son, here my hand

Ain't no heaven
Ain't no burning hell

Ain't no heaven, ain't no heaven, no burning hell
When I die, where I go, nobody know

No burning hell, no burning, no burning
Ain't no burning, no burning hell
When I die, in my grave, nobody know where I'm going
Ain't no heaven, ain't no hell
When I die, nobody tell

Hey hey, hey hey
Deacon Jones,Deacon Jones, Deacon Jones pray for me

I don't believe, I don't believe in no heaven
I don't believe in no hell
When I die, where I go, nobody know
No no, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey