LiveFromHell
(专辑: BetterOffDEAD - 2013)
[Verse 1: Meech] Reporting Live from Hell Ho we told you we was welcome To sell the
rum and vail Unless you want your heart to fail Unless you want small with the
real potato cutter I, pale flesh on, hands and feet And dump you in a
tub of salt, sheesh [Verse 2: Zombie juice] Smoke yuh, burn up, psshh yoga flame Zombie mahfucka, prepare for the
rain Shreddin through the
world, silent feeled pain Open up yo eyes, life is just a
game [Verse 3: Meech] You don't like my music, well I
hope you fucking die Grab that pistol, kiss it, put it to your temple Quisp'n'mwua (kiss sound) Kiss of death your gum Mighty kun, carry on Lucid dream of feeling martin, pain smokein Tommy Strong My trickit gully, jawn She suck with a
skully-aw or english, so enjoy the
war Cut, my cut and running off like, Red pill, blue pill, plug in-plug out Gang yo mouth, if shit shay, your out. [Verse 4: Zombie juice] We ain't at the
top, what we name is Started from the
bottom, seven grams and the
blank disc My ex girl wanna fuck, but I
ain't rich I
saw myself die once, what a
nice trip. [Verse 5: Meech] You say you want the
highest, well I
am him No such thing is a
loss, so I
reap on his grim The
demons bleed through the
pen The
canvas drips from the
sin I
mind bend spit shit to make a
manikin cringe [Verse 6: Zombie juice] I'm not just like Nazis Smacking paparazzi like Kanye Pardon my cocky, can't stop me I'm on a
million, the
feeling I'm feeling, look to the
ceiling Smoke cut with the
building Building a
billion, fuck everyone who said that we couldn't. Dab city bitch, strolling through your hood Juicy long beard show the
kitty like I
should Scalpel, cut yuh, ease yuh' like my dutch Four fifth, morbid Psychedelic, raw shit [Outro:] Zombies existed across all culters in mythalogical selections And their imminent arrival is all but for-told in all the
richest texts My advice... "Sharpen your sword"