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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) · Burn Baby Burn (The Trammps) · Burn Baby Burn (Electric Hellfire Club) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby, Baby, Baby (Mindy Carson) · Burn Burn (Lostprophets) · Burn, Burn [CD #2] (Lostprophets) – and 90 other albums »


victims
Chewed up by my weapon I test inhuman practices
On the undead flesh a blood soaked body with
No legs or hands
Screaming and drooling innards down
And the sun burns in the sky.


Now the sun is in the west
Little babies lay down to take their rest
And the couples in the park are holding hands and waiting
you're an
(c. chorus)
Evil man
You sure know how to make a stand
You're an
Evil - evil man
You let the devil take you by the hand
You burn everything you
and burn the world
So raise your hands and burn the world

Hey
Why did Adam shoot the school up?
Maybe cause the way he grew up
Maybe cause of loose screws
chained) And when everything else goes away, our love will still remain
We're chained

Wilder than a brushfire burns deep inside the bramble
Baby, I
chained) And when everything else goes away, our love will still remain
We're chained

Wilder than a brushfire burns deep inside the bramble
Baby, I
fifty three, who have received the law 
By the dispositions of angels, and have not, kept it 
Transgressed it, better burn your testaments 
Ain't
fifty three, who have received the law 
By the dispositions of angels, and have not, kept it 
Transgressed it, better burn your testaments 
Ain't
Slained by the hands of the blacks

[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
The cold clutch of death's hand
He could care less about your life
As Hell's Chariots come to carry you away
You finally realize
It's to late to pray
your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on haitian sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing
counting blood money
That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey
You can't do me none son when I smoke my Meth
I feel no pain, no death, so
pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade

Girl bled to death while she was
the Incas built pyramids for the Pharaoh man
And you grew and you lived by their hands

chorus

Viking Roman fair hair Alexander Emperor slave.
D'you come
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can
Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam 
The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby 

[Chorus:] 
Ruff Ryders (We in here!) 
Ruff
I want to go higher (x3)
I want to go higher (higher baby) (x2)

If I ever get down in the dumps
Short of a dollar nothin change for months
It
Gucci luggage

I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly **** with gray eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? 'Cause I can vision
a Saab that connects with the mob 
Bank job, plenty niggers I rob 
Blood stains are on my Ballys 
A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley 
Pumped
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn
by free, 
Not to say that anything is wrong with free, 
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me 
If my hands in the cookie jar, know one thing,
mafiosos then I'm bringin' on haitian sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor
you little young punk)
We world wide mob figgaz (all you niggas is ?)

What, what? Uhh, put them hands up
Rich niggas throw the grands up, and what?
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was