Correction Paroles R6B Z6MBIE / DONT PUSH ME par GCSY

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(Verse 1: $ubjectz)
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head no sir
I ain't got sh*t to prove in the end
Life's a game we all lose in the end
I was born out of sin, never smile I grin
Free my bro in the pen, we left for dead in the whip

(Cameron Azi)
God can't tell me sh*t, Kept (?) my (?)
You can't help me to sin, give me reason to live

($ubjectz)
Where I'm from you ain't gunned up you get gunned down
Where I'm from It ain't never safe after sundown
Where I'm from we ain't playing around we be spraying around
Where I'm from roll up f**k who saying that sir

(Cameron Azi)
Ahh, Don't push me we just came from the edge
I really jumped to my f**king death
Hell yeah, who's this?, B*t*h can't tell me sh*t
Flex sh*t, ? it, I don't care where you been
What what you hear me?
The whole gang around me can't get near me
But Still be the first n***a make you fear me
We gonna count you next, f**k the answer that you said, n***a
($ubjectz)
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head no sir
I ain't got sh*t to prove in the end
Lifes a game we all lose in the end

(Undead Papi)
Rob Zombie I'm riding in a Dragula
Sharp fangs n***a call me count Dracula
Planned it out, now my scheme is immaculate
Shoot it out, just make sure that it's accurate
Rob Zombie I'm riding in a Dragula
Sharp fangs n***a call me count Dracula
Planned it out, now my scheme is immaculate
Shoot it out, just make sure that it's accurate
Rob Zombie I pull up in a big whip
Pentagram on my shirt, that's that big drip
N***as know Undead draped in triple 6
Ghetto Metal-head that's my f**king fit
Corpse paint on my face, n***as know I trip
Got a drum fully loaded with the big grip
Got a bag full of mags that's extended clip
Pull up solo, 20 n***as dip
Got Satan on my back, machete on my hip
House of thousand corpses that's my f**king crib
Ed Gein with your corpse that's how I live
Running from the beast, I'll catch you slip
No mercy, I ain't Jesus. the f**k is forgive
Crawling to your grave with a torn limb
Coughing up blood with your broke rib
Hacking at your body, bet you won't live
Leave that pu**y rotting, leave them all stiff
Look in my eyes, see i'm heartless
That f**king type of n***a leave you arm-less
Grew up cold, bathed in darkness

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