Correction Lyrics Flames of Hell by C-Mob

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Ya, ya
I want all my problems
Calling me the hater
I am your God
Black Rain (Black Rain)

Black Rain in the building
Halloween parts
Lord Infamous
II Tone
Mac Montese
C-Mob
Big Cheese
$lim motherf**king money

(x2)
I get money with the zombies
Buy my product from the mummy
Welcome to the flames of hell
Ghouls and monsters' lurking with me
Like the verses out the bible
Ask Jehovah for a witness
Black Rain did turn to acid
How we cleaning up the business

Coming from the land of zombies
It's your boy Mac Montese hunting
Looking for a ghеtto mummy but she can't get nothing from me
Smoking Thrax
Sеrving sex
Keep the devil up on my back
I got a million ways to murder, haven't you heard us on this track
Dead man can't do no talking
b*t*hes they keep on balking
If I see you after dark
Oh my god it's like I'm stalking
Walking through the flames of hell
Oh well
Let me get a light
I blazed a blunt up on this track and dropped this hot sh*t on the mic

Yeah dead man walking
Voldemort, Voldemort
Slytherin stalking
Gryffindor, Gryffindor
Sasquatch is my Uncle
And Satan is my father
Harry will get his ass blown and [fools?] who don't follow
Tom Mirror's in my basement with Salis or tying up Dumbledore
I'll pitchfork in the fire
Your time expired do not ignore
Black Rain execution we tuned and body bruising
Some lefts the street selective they shooting and never losing

Having a decomposed body in back of the truck of the cargo department
I buried the corpse way back deep in the forest
Hulk Hogan a whip with the venom and carcass
Like give him a 360 kick to the chin
With a gatorskin boot like a f**king Chuck Norris
Tyrannosaurus, the Rex with the TEC
With a rattle in neck
You will not eat your porridge
Lord [?] the error recorded
The vocals are poor
I too am distorted
Oh lordy
Just snort it
It can't be avoided
My mind's all distorted with Alize torches

It's getting hot n***a
Flames of hell
Black Brain need build
It's so hot these n***as running
Who in hell gon hear their cries
Pour some acid on your skin and watch it cook like curly fries
All these b*t*hes chasing cheddar trynna come up on the MAC
Shove a pistol in yo pu**y blow yo family out your back
Funny how things slip away
Ain't no mountain high enough
Cause we selling crack and powder
Pack Ben Frank is who we trust
I can't lie I hate you n***as and you'll never get respect
From a G like me you'll wanna be too scared to even test

I ain't gotta stunt n***a
I'm with a Halloween junt
Heard the world going green
So I rolled up another blunt
Catch me riding past
Muffler pounds in my muffler
In the scuffler on you busters
Yeah you suckers like d**k
Bumb this
I see Satan
Man these angels be hard to trust
I don't see danger it's just $lim and my n***a O.G. Dangerous
We don't play games so why you try to play with us
Got choppers, n***as turn you zombies into Angel Dust

Spit fire and brimstone
If hell freezes over motherf**ker better have yo Tim's on
I've been grown
Too old for the bullsh*t
Mentally I live up in a grim zone
Yo kids gone
If you f**king with my family dammit we gone make em all die
Causing a calamity I can't get a grip on my sanity
Got you panicking when you look into my eyes
Screams and cries echo through the middle of the night when I'm pulling out the Mossberg Pump
Ready to deliver your 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**k with C-Mob
I got plenty much game to sell
If a motherf**ker wanna try to run up on me
Grab the heater I'mma make em feel the flames of hell

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