Lyrics:
Zomby la gang (shh)
Stamo a drippa' duro (okay)
Sul gang (sul, yeah aight, eh)
Giuro che tu non sei mio cousin (no)
G Ghost, ho fatto lo step, stiamo
Tout est black, tout est black
Sept milliards d'humains, sept milliards de causes
Ça pète de partout, drive-by, overdoses (gang)
Y a des guerres
portraits of inhuman souls
Zombies ignite my fears but why for so many years
They´ve got better things to do than scare me
Inside The Land
We Trust
Horrifying fecal demons
Rising up out of the caverns below
Dark robotic astral zombies
Eating the peasants who live in Glasgow
Siege engines
to corporate hell
You can't escape corporate hell
You know you can't leave it
They know that you need it
They've got you by the figurative balls
Welcome
Gloriole on your worm eaten head
Foul air escapes your lying mouth
Tyranny throughout the centuries of pain
Blinded zombies followed into
killing nothing will ever stop me from fucking murdering upheaving these human stockpiles of brown sediment extremely aroused by the sight of fucking pain
Bodies soaked in strange compounds
The children of the toxic cloud!
Now down by the cemetery
A hideous emergency
Beginnings of catastrophe
BURNING
zombies!
Set in my ways
Deranged and crazed
An instinct hardwired in my brain
A circle that
I cannot break
An order that must be obeyed
No
And I don't want your help
I hope you burn in hell
Live by your own rules don't pretend
Yeah zombies blindly follow trends
Can't you see yourself?
the sun as you just march on by
So handsome in your uniforms, but you bat not an eye
[Chorus]
Like animals
Gun-toting freaks
Cracked-up in cami
You've managed to convince yourself but I don't think you can
Manage me! me, me, me
Life based on a short story
Written by a bitch named Vern
In
tractions
I'm using a scissor for hacking
And both of my fists for cracking
In vision my zombies ripping
Your aunties, uncles, parents, grannies
And now
pay me back
Allow them dead niggas
Zombies, get back in the grave you man
Dog eat dog is the life we live
It's a dog eat dog world
Imma get this
Tour bus looking like a brothel
Catching more bodies than Hostel
Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket
If it's war against them, I'ma pop it
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