Slim Money - Flames of Hell lyrics

[Hook: Big Cheese & II Tone] 2x I get money with the zombies Buy my product from the mummies Welcome to the Flames Of Hell Ghouls and monsters lurkin' with me Light some verses out the bible Ask Jehovah for a witness Black Rain, you turn to ashes How we cleanin' up the business [Verse 1: Mac Montese] Comin' from the land of zombies It's yo boy Mac Montese, huntin' Lookin' for a ghetto mummy But she can't get nothin' from me Smokin' Thrax, servin' s** Keep the devil up on my back I got a million ways to murda Haven't you heard us on this track? Dead man can't do no talkin' b**hes they keep on walkin' If I see you after dark Oh my god, it's like I'm stalkin' Walkin' trough the Flames Of Hell Oh well, le'me get a light I blaze the blunt up on this track And drop this hot sh** on a mic [Verse 2: Big Cheese] Yeah, dead man walkin' Voldemort, Voldemort Slytherin stalkin' Gryffindor, Gryffindor Sasquatch is my uncle And Satan is my father Hederick get his a** blown And proves who don't follow Taught murders in my basement ... Dumbledore A pitchfork in the fire (?) inspire, do not ignore Black Rain execution We tootin' and body bruising So unless the streets elective They shootin' and never loosin' [Hook: Big Cheese & II Tone] 2x [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] BLAY! Shovin' the decomposed body In back of the trunk of the cargo department I bury the corpse wide deep in the forest I'm smokin a (?) with the venom in carnage I give 'em a 360° kick to the chin With a 'gator skin boot like a f**in' Chuck Norris Tyranno Saurus the rex with a tec Will (?) neck, you will not eat your porridge Lords the (?) that ever recorded The vocals are ported ... can't be avoided My minds are distorted Where (?) tortures [Verse 4: II Tone] It's so hot these n***as runnin' Who the hell gon' hear they cries? Pour some acid on yo skin And watch it cook like curly fries All these b**hes chasin' cheddar Trynna come up on the mack Shove a pistol in your p**y Blow yo belly out yo back Funny how they slip away Ain't no mountain high enough Cuz we sellin' crack in powder packs Bill Franklin who we trust I can't lie, I hate you n***as And you never get respect From a G like me, you be wanna be [Hook: Big Cheese & II Tone] 2x [Verse 5: Slim Money] I ain't gotta stunt, n***a I'm with a helloween junt Heard the world goin' green So I roll up another blunt Catch me ridin' past muffler Pounds in my muffler In a scuffler on you bustas Yea you s**as like (?) I see Satan mane, these angels be hard to trust I don't see danger It's just Slim and my n***a OG Dangerous We don't play games So why you try to play with us? Got choppers, n***as Turn you zombies into angel dust [Verse 6: C-Mob] Spit fire and brimstone If hell freezes over, motherf**er, better have your Timbs on Now big grown Too old for the bullsh**, mentally I live up in a grim zone Yo kids gone If you f**in' with my family Dammit we gonna make 'em all die Cause in the calamity I can't get a grip on my sanity Got ya panicking when you look into my eyes Screams and cries Echoe trough the middle of the night When I'm pullin' out the Mossberg pump Ready to deliver yo body to the abyss With the ghouls and the demons Where the things go bump I ain't no chump You don't wanna f** with C-Mob I got plenty much game to sell If a motherf**er wanna try to run up on me Grab the heater Imma make 'em feel the Flames Of Hell