R. Donnelly

R. is 92 years old. He is the Lead Singer of Rob Rude's Blues Review. R. is also known as "Rob Rude". R. is located in Dubrovnik at Autobusni Kolodvor.

R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.

Ready to conquer Europe!

Pleaze! Help Me Jesus

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Song Details

Pleaze! Help Me Jesus is Generic music in tempo Moderato. The music is nice and the lyrics are good. The song was written 10/11/2006 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 100
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 20
Genre: Hip Hop
Owner: Rob & Tha Mob
First Revealed: 10/11/2006 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

Rapper
Electric Guitar
Turntable System
Synthesizer Keyboard

Special Lyrics

Pleaze! Help me Jesus.
Im peepin' demonz when Im sleepin.
Tha minute I close my eyez,
iz tha minute they start creepin.
I dont feel like eatin', and Im loosin my grip.
I spend all day drinkin', and abusin my spliff.
I spit in tha dirt, and then I wipe my lipz.
Help me Jesus! How long can I fight this shit?
Im hearin' tha bellz,
and I see tha houndz of hell.
I hear screams, I hear moans.
Damn! Thatz tha soundz of hell.
And tha smell? Itz like rotting-flesh & carbon.
Now Im locked in my room, with a o.z. & a carton
of them extra-wide, soft-pack camelz,
plus I got a Texas micky of Jack Danials.
Rap battlez, and street combat cant prepare me,
I chase tha Devil even tho tha mu-fucka scare me.
Im wary, and Im paranoid of everyone I meet,
cant trust tha Devil or mu-fuckaz in tha street.
Just when you start thinkin' shitz sweet,
thatz tha time when you gonna meet defeat.
Tha road iz steep,
and I gotz barbarianz at my gate.
Can you contemplate?
You best concentrate.
Maybe itz not too late, for me to turn tha leaf.
...I try to do good, but it always turnz to beef.
Please help me Jesus, because I need releif.

Please! Help me Jesus, and I'll say it again,
for all you godless mu-fuckaz who cant comprehend.
I watch tha Devil pretend and try to make amends,
but I see rite thru him, we aint makin' friendz.
Way back when, ever since I was youthful,
I found it useful to keep it real and truthful.
Still Im hopeful, although I see all tha squalor.
Holla if tha Devilz got you hot under tha collar.
Tha Devil iz a baller, he likez to floss & brag,
lookin' boss in a Jag, goin to hell in a handbag.
I take a drag, and catch a lift from my spliff,
so I dont flip, and I can deal with this shit.
Im real with this shit, I tell you how I feel,
fuck mass appeal, and that how you know itz real.
Plus I know tha deal,
and I see tha Devilz conspiracy,
I know you aint tryin to be hearin me,
but can you really look in tha mirror, G?
Itz such a shame,
oblivious mufuckaz playin tha Devilz game.
They dont even know it,
because he pull the wool over their brain.
In this world full of pain,
I alwayz stand upright,
yeah, thatz right,
tha type of man who make tha Devil uptight.

Pleaze! Help me Jesus.
Because tha time iz apon us,
give us strength, make us stronger
or else we're all gonerz.
Yo! Tha devil lauchez attackz thatz diabolic,
he got tha hood filled with junkiez & alcoholicz.
No matter what you call it, itz still tha same,
or what faith U follow, or how U say hiz name.
Lucifer or Satan,
tha enemy of God'z creation.
Got my heart racin
because I dont like theze oddz we facin.
Now, more than ever,
we gotta get our shit together.
Follow the word to tha letter,
because tha Devil, yo, i heard that he'z clever.
Weather itz with tha beast that you grapple,
or weather itz with Eve and tha apple,
we all better watch how we dabble,
Devil tryin' herd us all in like cattle.
T-Dot to Seattle, Montreal to Portland,
Imma make it sweet and short, man.
Jesus help me,
c'mon, be a sport, man.