Текст песни R6b Z6mbie - Undead Papi

Rob Zombie I'm riding in a Dragula
Sharp fangs nigga 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 nigga 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
Niggas know Undead draped in triple 6
Ghetto Metal-head that's my fucking fit
Corpse paint on my face, niggas 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 niggas dip
Got Satan on my back, machete on my hip
House of thousand corpses that's my fucking 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 fuck 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 pussy rotting, leave them all stiff
Look in my eyes, see i'm heartless
That fucking type of nigga leave you arm-less
Grew up cold, bathed in darkness