“Now I’m not afraid to do the Lord’s work,
You say vengeance is His, but I’mma do it first.
Now if he made you cry, oh, I gotta know
If he’s not ready to die, he best prepare for it.
My judgement’s divine,
I tell you who you can call.
You better call the police, call the coroner,
Call up your priest, have it for you.
Walk in no peace when I find that fool
Gotta find that fool who did that to you.
I don’t take pleasure in the man’s pain,
But my wrath will come down like the cold rain.
And there won’t be no shelter, no place you can go.”