HELL 2

(Crash Blossoms)

[?(Warmup): zombAe, Charlotte Crosby]
(Sho-sho-)
(Yeah)
(Sho-sho-sho)
(Ugh, the moonlight drives me nuts!)
(Sho-sho-)
(I’m that-)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, yuh, ay, ay
Uh, uh Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay-
Okay

[Verse: zombAe, charlotte crosby]
Feel like Dillinger
I sent the nigga straight to hell, (Hell!)
I swear to god that his own niggas gonna be the grail (bell)
How you staying rent-free, you can’t get a bail, (how?)
Jammer [?] with the Luger, leave a nigga frail!
I’mma selling rails, this Magna Carta, Holy grail
If he wanna round, then I’mma fucking bring the hell!
[?] finna finger-fuck him, no, I do not kiss & tell, (yeah)
Imma fill him up with nickel, like a fucking wishing well

[?: zombAe, Charlotte Crosby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All bitches, I don’t fuck with males
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t fuck with no seven fails
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Choppa’ scream like “get the bell”
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If he got a problem imma fail (uh)

[Verse: zombAe, Charlotte Crosby]
No, i’m not swedish, but I got blazed with the lean, (blazed!)
Nigga got a problem, it’s gon’ get ugly like dream, (dream!)
Yeah, bitch, It get ugly as Marvel movies, or Avatar 2, or Avatar 3, (uh)
I don’t fuck with blue people in my wallet, (ooh-woah)
Yeah, imma get that choppa’, just like wallace
None of you on top, but I know that you gon’ fail
Niggas prayin’ up to heaven, but he going up in hell, bitch- (uh)
Fuck ‘em in a cage, who you niggas ‘finna tell?
Yeah, I know that he’s a sucker, but he ain’t blackwinterwells
I don’t [?] go on that sucker, yeah my nigga finna fail
Niggas talking ‘bout a “god” shit, they going straight to hell

[?: Charlotte Crosby]
(Woah)
Johnny Cash, we gonna make ‘em hurt
We got cash, and all you got is dirt
Got [?] guns, and we gonna [?]
Gonna [?] see, gonna make a [?] hurt, yeah

[Verse: zombAe, Charlotte Crosby]
I don’t understand why these niggas talk shit, yuh
Talking all the shit, but you never made a hit, yeah
Niggas fell off, and the actors Brad Pitt, yeah
[?] the matters fall, cause we making that shit
[?] forty one, when it comes to all yo’ dollars
If you wanna bet on some, you better give a holla’! -Bitch—
You niggas can’t fuck with me, so I’m crushing it with charlotte
Yeah, fuck a vamp bitch, yeah we giving up some garlic
Dead man, dead man, walking outta dead pan
Tiny little bitch, like a motherfucking dead man
I just beat my opp’s head down with a bed pan
This shit real, like ever fucking said, man!
I just killed a opp, yeah, in like twenty seconds!
Got a little gift, and it’s a lethal weapon!
I just killed a opp, and I killed the paramedic!
This shit is gonna hurt, yeah, got no anesthetic!
Bitch!