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sick gang - zombie walk كلمات أغنية

[intro]
live forever who walks with the dead

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
here we go, beatin’ down the door, b_tch, we gon’ break through
zombies get in bodies with your dome like it’s a grapefruit
had a taste for brains, i knew i loved it since my grade school
sneakin’ up behind you, mu’f_cker, i’m a straight goon
tearin’ your body and f_ckin’ you up
as i stab through your stomach and play with your guts
i got no problem k!llin’, i promise i get ’em
the mission is old and the morgues, so we fill ’em
we back, you don’t wanna see that though (though)
run a magazine, we go (go)
zombie in a cage, i’ma feed that hoe (hoе)
catch you in the field, i’ma bleed that dome (domе)
tell me i’m livin’, my heart isn’t beatin’
my stomach is growlin’ for no godd_mn reason
if people be changin’, they changin’ like seasons
they heat and resent that [they’re?] brain and i’m rockin’ they faces
whenever the trigger is squeezin’ they die from the metal or die from diseases (yah)
sickgang bang in the trunk, got you weak at your weed roll
throw a grenade that i pitched like a pole
f_ck what you heard, got my d_ck in her skull
lay on the roof, i be pickin’ ’em off, equipped with the saw
k!llin’ the dead, b_tch, we k!llin’ ’em all
[chorus: tommy wright da iii]
creep at night, i creep at night
creepin’ up slow with no clue what i’m doin’
creepin’, never sleepin’, duckin’ and divin’, as i do my thang
creep at night, i creep at night
creepin’ up slow with no clue what i’m doin’
creepin’, never sleepin’, duckin’ and divin’, as i do my thang

[bridge]
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and blow them bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and blow them bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and blow them bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and blow them bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick

[verse 2: claas]
i’ve been k!llin’ this sh_t (sh_t!)
they ain’t really for a legend comin’ through to give ’em sick when i give ’em that spit (spit!)
semi_automatic spittin’ bullets out the top of n_ggas heads (yeah!), better know i don’t quit (quit!)
sickgang pullin’ out the choppers, ’bout to empty out the clip (yeah!)
anybody in the way can be the body gettin’ hit (yeah!)
i don’t really give a f_ck if anybody dies or lives (yeah!)
everybody’s a d_ck (d_ck!)
this is our game, let the sharp blade leave ’em all guts (all guts)
everybody talkin’ sl!ck (sl!ck!)
they gon’ see me laughin’ as i squeeze they f_ckin’ melon ’til it busts (ahaha)
ain’t n0body out here really f_ckin’ ’round with all of us
gang gang’s as appraisal, all you f_ckers better jump
before your body’s layin’ lifeless from the motherf_ckin’ pump
we ain’t talkin’ liftin’ weights, we talkin’ put ’em in the trunk
got ’em smellin’ like a skunk (skunk!)
see, we are the top (we are the top)
so of y’all don’t wanna give us the props (give us the props)
we gon’ ignore ’em like hoods if we cops (haha!)
see the grimace on faces when diggin’ they plots (let’s go)
see, me, i got a beer and a f_ck you (f_ck you!)
so you could be anybody you want to (yeah!)
and i’ma still not give a f_ck
this is sickgang, b_tch, the rest of y’all f_ckin’ suck
let’s go!
[chorus: tommy wright da iii]
creep at night, i creep at night
creepin’ up slow with no clue what i’m doin’
creepin’, never sleepin’, duckin’ and divin’, as i do my thang
creep at night, i creep at night
creepin’ up slow with no clue what i’m doin’
creepin’, never sleepin’, duckin’ and divin’, as i do my thang

[interlude]
i oughta drag you out there and be so sick

[verse 3: chxxmpa]
f_ckin’ with the gang, we gon’ lay you in the dirt, b_tch (what?! ayy! ayy!)
but i’m steppin’ on the work and i’ma burn clips (whoo! ya! oh!)
rottin’ down in the urchins and let the worms in (blaow! woah! ooh!)
zombie off a pill when he walkin’, i’m outside, close the curtains
kickin’ the door and i burst in, shootin’ everything (ya! ya! ya! ya!)
fill you with the nine holes (whoo!)
got so many bodies; could fill up a couple silos (whoo!)
tryna k!ll you with the knife slow (yah!)
i’ll be the dark in your room and the f_ckin’ life blow
b_tch, i was made for the murder, i’m just a zombie at heart
i’ll make a meal of your head and just leave the rest for the sharks
it’s all a part of a game and i ain’t gon’ stop if i start
still, i’m steepin’ that be leavin’ them scars (wake up)
and just walk
[bridge]
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and full of bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and full of bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and full of bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick
creep up to your house, i gun ’em down and full of bath salts
dump it off, chop it off, b_tch, i got sick

[interlude]
and out of the west indian islands comes a tail of terror and voodoo, of witchcraft and zombies and all the weird black magic that the white man seldom sees

[verse 4: sicnoizednice]
two_hundred a day we slay then we back from the dead
wait, i thought that we could never die? that’s right
two_hundred a day, weeks later we still undead cravin’ the flesh
i be stayin’ at your neck, i like to take from the canes in the chest
but yet the brains be the best when i’m tastin’ ’em fresh (yes!)
legs and thighs and even the br__sts
see to ’em stuffed like a pig and then i’m savin’ the rest (ahh sh_t!)
there go the sound of a shotgun (argh!)
did you hear them? yeah, that means that we got one
i heard ’em comin’ and started to unload
i hit him twice and watched his head explode (ayy!)
i got better, k!ller, out the way
zombies always comin’ out the grave
they climb, i put down every day
bodies will rise and come up like a plague, race
i’ve always felt like i’m a dead man walkin’
i swear, i feel like i just broke up out the coffin
i must be trippin’ ’cause my body feel rotten
i’m just a corpse with no conscience
with every memory forgotten

[outro]
this is the ceremony of voodoo death. a ceremony that seeks the life who lives forever, who walks with the dead

- sick gang

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