Hey, girl, get set to
Rise to where god will fete you.
You'll find him way up there--
Ain't no bus, ain't no car takes you to fine shores
Of milk and honey.
Sinners below engulfed in firestorms.

Rap, rap, rap, you await the rapture.
Rap, rap, rap, take flight from Alaska.

So you think you're raptured,
But it seems you've been captured
By a guy name Lu'.
It was Charon who, girl, took you to
A place where you'll find
His forked tail's gonna hook in you.

Rap, rap, rap, hey, this ain't the rapture!
Crap, crap, crap, hotter than Alaska.

He ain't beneficent,
In fact, kinda malignant.
"Now you're in my place. . .
Got no call from your deity.
You're goin' with the forked crew.
Girl, it's time to face Beelzebub!"

Rats, rats, rats, there's plenty of rats here.
Drat, drat, drat, so hot and no draft beer.