Artist: Kid Vishis
Album:  Timing Is Everything
Song:   Heaven
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: sample of Cheap Trick's "Heaven Tonight"]
"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"
"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"
"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"
"You can never come down, you can never come down"
"You can never come down, you can never come down"

[Kid Vishis]
Yeah... yeah
We all mad, lock 'em in a dark room, ball gagged
Would've thought this was a "Saw" trap, all bad
We speed up where y'all lag, beat up the beat while y'all jab
with a fleet, that'll creep in y'all pad
While you sleep, put three in yo' physique
While you countin sheep, point the piece at ya piece
Then sheesh, this just turned into a horror flick
But I'ma give you more of it, morbid
This long-nose no swordfish, the four'll click
and sing like the Rita Ora chick, but mean, I'm sure of it
Shoot the fair one, you can't fuck with a boss
Jesus in a boxing match, you'll be stuck from a cross
Nigga, fuck ya rap wealth
I roll with street martial artists breakin bricks up with they hands, we call 'em black belts
Get a euphoric feelin from how that crack felt
It's a hit of rock-n-roll in each and every pack dealt
Sick 'em~!

[Chorus]
{"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"}
Evil
{"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"}
Blasphemy (heaven)
{"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"}
The choice is yours (hell)
{"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"}
{"Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"}
You can go up...
But you can never come down

[Kid Vishis]
Yo, I heard you wanna wear that crown
Well, whoever said that, dead that now
Wanna wear that crown prepare to air that round
They say build and destroy, well time to tear that down
Uh, my battalion, marchin up the streets like we rallyin
Have you sayin "What's up" to the doc like Bugs so how can he win?
Yeah I'm horrible, that question was rhetorical
The oracle of this sort of flow
But never sorta flow, what you want it fo'?
Throw a thunderbolt, it's gon' blow up ya bungalow!
"Smoke time, wanna get high" is what I yell out
Blood backwards, hittin that doob when I pull the L out
Uh, yeah they feelin me, the team on a killin spree
You can hide ya girl, just get it first, call it chivalry
Literally, put my peepee on ya forehead
Just to show you you're fucked, when fo' come out the fo' head

[Chorus]

[Kid Vishis]
Yeah, you switch hitter, you bitch
If your +base+ is +balls+ I won't call it foul, I just don't swing at that pitch
I'm with the Shady bunch
that'll creep in your house, and put your whole family in boxes just like the Brady Bunch
Stomp you out, hunt you down so I can punch you out, dump you in a trunk
Drive you back to your wife, with a note attached that says "You're a cunt
And your husband's a punk" - I'm psychotic
You fight knowledge with light logic despite college
I'm a hip-hop scholar so pay homage to the dominant force
you see before you with his bro in a Porsche
Ignorin you, of course
Speed off on haters, andele the horse 
Yeah, take his health is my spitter thesis
I say "Break yourself, give me your money or get broke into a million pieces!"
How you gon' beat me?
My entire fam's the shit, I got a feces species

[Chorus]