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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 smoke inside me straw 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 Letras de cancionesGang 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 blane-diff 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 canvice drips from the sin I mind bend spit shit to make a manikin cringe [Verse 5: 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" From Letras Mania