LiveFromHell

[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 smokein Tommy Strong

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

Gang 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 blank disc

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 canvas drips from the sin

I mind bend spit shit to make a manikin cringe

[Verse 6: 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"