41 Dey yell fo somebody help dem, But no mo nobody get um outa trouble. Eh! You Da One In Charge! Dey even wen yell fo you help dem, But you no do notting fo dem.
You peopo dat ack jalike God no matta, Tink real good Bout all da tings I tell you. Cuz if you no lissen, I goin rip you guys up, An no mo nobody Goin get you outa trouble.
Wen you guys put up yoa hands fo pray to me I goin look da odda way. No matta you pray long time, I no goin lissen. Yoa hands stay dirty all ova From da blood a da peopo you wen kill.
Az why dis wat me, Da One In Charge, tell: ‘I goin make one real bad kine ting happen to dem, an dey no goin get outa dat. Dey goin yell fo me help um, but I no goin lissen.
No matta dey skip food wen dey pray, I no goin lissen wat dey yell to me fo do. No matta dey make burn up kine sacrifices an wheat an barley kine sacrifices, I had it wit wat dey stay do. I goin be da One dat goin wipe dem out cuz a da war, an cuz dey no mo food, an cuz a da real bad kine sick.”
So same ting. Me, Da One In Charge, I real huhu. I goin show how huhu I stay wit dem. I no goin pity dem. I no goin hold back. No matta dey yell loud, I no goin lissen dem.”
Dey no call me wit one good heart. Dey ony lay on top dea beds an cry loud. Dey cut dea body Fo odda gods give um wheat an barley an new wine, But dey tell ‘Laytas’ to me!
Bumbye, dose leada guys goin yell real loud Fo Da One In Charge help dem. But he no goin ansa dem! Dat time he goin hide his face from dem guys, Cuz a all da bad kine stuff dey wen do.”
God jalike one house owna dat eat, den go lock da door fo go sleep. Den you guys goin stan outside an start fo knock da door an tell, ‘Eh Boss, try open da door fo us!’ But he goin tell you guys, ‘I donno who you guys o wea you guys come from!’