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  • Текст песни Flatbush ZOMBiES - LiveFromHell

    Исполнитель: Flatbush ZOMBiES
    Название песни: LiveFromHell
    Дата добавления: 14.06.2016 | 00:16:52
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    [Verse 1: Meech]
    Reportin'
    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 fuckin' 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 feelin' 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 runnin' 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
    Smackin' paparazzi like Kanye
    Pardon my cocky, can't stop me
    I'm on a million, the feeling I'm feelin', look to the ceiling
    Smoke cut with the building
    Buildin' a billion, fuck everyone who said that we couldn't.
    Dab city bitch, strollin' 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"

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