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The Best of Rob Zombie (Rob Zombie) · The Best of Rob Zombie (Rob Zombie) · The Electro: Industrial Tribute to Rob Zombie (Motor Industries) · Dirty Girl, Wrong Girl, Bad Girl [Cancelled] (Latrelle) · Rob Blaney Christmas Live (Rob Blaney) · Zombie Live (Rob Zombie) · Zombie Massacre Live! (Mortician) · Zombie Live (Rob Zombie) · Zombie Live (Rob Zombie) · Mel Tormé, Rob McConnell and the Boss Brass (Rob McConnell) – and 90 other albums »


I creep by moonlight
I hide when the sun starts to rise
I sleep with the dead things
I have holes instead of eyes
I have no heartbeat
No blood
live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin' on the spizot
Breakin' up a dice game or where it's hizot

(I'm a rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up,
dead but the blood was pouring, 
And all I could think about was war and, 
Later I found that it was Rob and his crew, 
Now tell me what the fuck am I
dead but the blood was pouring, 
And all I could think about was war and, 
Later I found that it was Rob and his crew, 
Now tell me what the fuck am I
still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot

[Chorus: x2]
(I'm a rob me some niggaz)
three wishes I ain't askin for world peace
I want Range Rovers in three different colors
Genie gimme the damn keys!
Dead wrong like a Dead sticker
When a woman acquires a certain age
And the men who adored you no longer swoon
It pays to avoid the sunlit days
And live by the light of the kindly
shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
A week later now somebody else is laying dying
Surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
The way
When a woman acquires a certain age
And the men who adored you no longer swoon
It pays to avoid the sunlit days
And live by the light of the kindly
I weigh ya girl then
Dropped the whole thang on the crib nigga
I'm turnt up look at how I live nigga
Trappin' ain't a hobby it's a skill nigga
Bad
off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I
the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn't lookin', we hit a crack head
Flippin' off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
Zombie cut in half, look out
jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith a.k.a. dr. dooom
Twenty-five dead chicks with an ice pick
Machine
It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit
Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks
Ride with me she holdin'
hard to get by 
And that's why, when you're young in the streets 
You gotta live and let die 

Some say this ain't the life to choose 
Rage is
of the words that were urgent oh yeah

This little girly wants to get to the action
Rob another bank and win a reaction
Didn't know she owned a gun
Didn't know
[Chorus w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs]
[Ja Rule + (Ashanti)]
Ba-by girl, is you with me? Shit (yes sir!)
Sayin all of that without speakin a word
(I
[Chorus w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs]

[Ja Rule + (Ashanti)]
Ba-by girl, is you with me? S*** (yes sir!)
Sayin all of that without speakin a word
(I
I'm straight, I'm cool
Got the whole 500, drop dead old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
And when I was in the streets I ain't
to get high 
y'all can kiss this seventy year old handicap girl goodbye (she's dead) 
My name ain't Sean cause I  ????
Down to kill seventy-six niggas,
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast 
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
(Heavy Breathing)

[Mia X]
I came to this country with my mama
Everybody called her the white girl
But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin'
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point
oughtta change their clothes 
Oh these girls are angels apparently god lives in seattle. 
Jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the aliens before
I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head, homey
(Beef) is probably what you rappers gonna die fo'
It's somethin' that we live by