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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) · Airheads (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dixie Rose Deluxe's Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop.../Beer Man (Trent Willmon) · Gettin' Any Feed for Your Chickens? (Del Reeves) · Don't Feed Da Animals (Gorilla Zoe) · Feed the Tree (Belly) · An Eclectic Sampler: Music to Feed Your Head (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Feed The Flock (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »
To kill, is why I live My God, gives eternal life Slice you, I watch your blood flow Rotten brains, I feed 'till I'm full Pressure building,
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps Brick a piece Capiche? Everybody gettin' cream No one considered a leech Think
strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven One would by the CD, the other would do the dubbin' Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs frontin' Oh yeah I know
in beast mode Live by the street code, where niggas take your shit like the repo' The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)
us back from the darkness, You can say He redeemed us, Taught us that real leaders follow God, Finish the work 'cuz we on our job Taught us not to rob
Needs Of My One And Only Seed And If I Rob And Steal Let It Read In My Will " Payback From Tha Ones That Who Fell Victoms To My Guns" On Tha Run But
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
rhymes from me You constantly keep me behind walls of concrete Lock me in the basement like a fuckin zombie If I was a priority You'd acknowledge me You
stressed up From my toes, to my neck up It's all out, I seen niggas cook up In a small house, with the dogs out I know all about it, drugs, money,
kidnappin. Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking. He met his match, fuck around and rob the wrong Cat. For a hundred and eighty G's the god want his cream
the minimum wage That for I grabbed my gauge and got my ass paid I got popped by a chink at the corner store Stairing at me from the time I walked through
you get hit up, shot up good We'll murk you in your hood I'm El Patreno, Nas the God, you lose your life Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm