Feels Like... - Interlude

And it feels like heaven's coming down
When it rains pure hell through the town
And it feels like heaven's coming down
When it rains pure hell through the town

Hell's kitchen cooking meals for the gods
Horns with halos, bitches sucking dick for the job
Mama was always afraid of snakes, mini skirts and the mobs
My niggas live for mini skirts and the mob
The wrath of god, flame eternal, hope the ceiling don't drop
I hope I drop my album before I die, man the whole city gon' pop
Cold New Jersey nights, molded mortal men, post immortal sins
Wife begins to set them twins, wet from the ring

And it feels like heaven's coming down
When it rains pure hell through the town