Da peopo dat stay do da right ting, Dey shua good stuff goin happen, Fo dem stay good inside. All da stuff da bad peopo like happen, Bumbye dey figga out, no goin happen.
But da peopo dat do bad kine stuff, Dea eyes no goin see wass happening. No way dey goin get outa trouble. Da ony ting dey wait fo, az da las time dey breave.”
Da bad kine peopo, Dey goin get wipe out, Wen dey do bad kine stuff. Da peopo dat do da right ting erytime, Even wen dey goin mahke No mo notting goin hurt dem.
So! You tink you goin tell, ‘I one god!’ Wen you in front da buggah dat goin kill you? Wen da buggahs go fo stab you an put dea hands on top you, You goin ony be one guy, not one god!
Da bad guys, dey see wass happening, An dey come bum out. Dey goin grind dea teet Cuz dey so mad an futless. Eryting fo dem goin come poho. Eryting da bad kine peopo like get, No goin come to dem!
Da peopo dat go all out fo do da right ting, Wen dey do stuff dat God like, God goin make shua notting happen to dem. But da bad peopo, wen dey do stuff God no like, God goin wipe dem out cuz a dat.