Correction Lyrics BALLAD OF THE LIVING DEAD by Vendetta

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Chain smoking everytime you see me creep
I smoke 'em when I wake up then I f**king go to sleep
Nothing new for a huge lion kill a sheep
Layin' low, slice 'em all, far from what you seek

And then I pull up in the block
Mask and the Glock
Crazy motherf**ker you would never see me knockin'
Cause I'm
Walkin in the cold rain with a blood stain 6 blades on my hip mane
Hollow be my name

Tripping off that blunt
B*t*h up in my trunk
Smoke up in my lungs and a long range gun
Issa real nightmare stay aside, don't you dare
F**k a joke, this coming from a real living dead

Blood rolling down the Ford
F**k a motorsport
Driving like a mothef**ker
Junkies all aboard
Tender on a tip
I unload the clip
Even lazy of that hazy indica that makes me trip
Cold blooded LEON
Staying all alone
Call these b*t*hes to my home
F**k a drug free zone
Yeah I sold my soul to Satan and then I stole it back later
Tricked the motherf**ker scratched his back and spray painted

Rolling up to get a fix
Tripping on that triple six
Table full of dope
Shoot 'em with that quick scope
Lights off, no spark, yeah keep 'em in the dark
Keep 'em where they know that no one hear, let it bark

Boogie man on route
Shoot six hit four
Creepy crawl real slow
For that f**king mean horrorshow...........

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