Lyrics:
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
to the fire baby lets see you burn
..............................................................................
I'm not an acrobat, I let the money flip
I
of fire
Blood dripping down the fangs of the Onion Vampire
Coffins melting in a desolate land
Humanity grasped by an iron hand
A phoenix growling in
hood bumping heavy metal
ESHAM, ADR and GANXSTA NIP
SPICE 1 and GETO BOYS yes I'm on that tip
Nothing but the WICKED SHIT in my I pod
Rob Zombie got
apocalypse
Jaws drop in awe
When I’m brandishing the mic
Start panicking if challenging
I’m damaging the site
Beyond average
I’ll burn you like the cabbage
bed
I don't have to break it to you girl, you're dating the undead
Would you still love me now that you know
I'm a zombie, baby
My heart belongs to you
had to burn the witness
Have you ever shook a hand and felt the murder victims?
At the best times I've made the worst decisions
Sorry aint enough you
money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy
He calling for his mommy
In a red car, gettin head by a blondie
Chopper
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
Began to encounter, with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
By the selections
Some use pipes (oh,
The coldest winter, my sister soldiers don't go against us
Trust any member will snap on rappers that don't avenge us
I burn contenders they garbage, baby
moppy, okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil' boy, he callin' for his mommy
In a red car, gettin' head by
hand
Lighter in my left
Blowin like a motherfucker, doin it to death
Gotta stay blowed, yes I gotta stay high
Big Snoop Dogg bitch, look up in the sky
and see the burn marks
You gone know that I ain't in a gang when you look at me and I'm by myself Rod
Bitch you know I keep them things
Got one in my pocket
it's still 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? -
it's still 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? -
hangs like a bat cave
I got to first and made her squirt just by taking off my shirt
Burn hot, baby propane I'm sticking my dick in cocaine
I feel
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
(At this time you will be alive and then...)
Burn them all
Drown him under
Burn them all
Your hand starts to feel heavy
Your eyes wish for a rest
Your
album, scam your fans in and rob you for every dollar you earned now,
These washed up rappers behavior is absurd now,
Financials is life or death, Whole
down to my tobacco farm
Fuck the law, death to the Sheriff
Better start prayin' to God
Burn a witch alive by the cross
I got these shotguns on my wall
dap, nigga
Just pay homage
Peep my steps, always keep the piece on deck
I'm from the danger zone where
We handle beef by death, nigga
Everybody's
verbs
Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance
Will travel back in time
Smack ya, have your baby teeth flying
I am Rob Zombie, I am the Omni of dishonesty
I'm
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