[Hook: Big Cheese & II Tone] 2x
I get money with the zombies
Buy my product from the mummies
Welcome to the Flames Of Hell
Ghouls and monsters lurkin' with me
Light some verses out the bible
Ask Jehovah for a witness
Black Rain, you turn to ashes
How we cleanin' up the business
[Verse 1: Mac Montese]
Comin' from the land of zombies
It's yo boy Mac Montese, huntin'
Lookin' for a ghetto mummy
But she can't get nothin' from me
Smokin' Thrax, servin' s**
Keep the devil up on my back
I got a million ways to murda
Haven't you heard us on this track?
Dead man can't do no talkin'
b**hes they keep on walkin'
If I see you after dark
Oh my god, it's like I'm stalkin'
Walkin' trough the Flames Of Hell
Oh well, le'me get a light
I blaze the blunt up on this track
And drop this hot sh** on a mic
[Verse 2: Big Cheese]
Yeah, dead man walkin'
Voldemort, Voldemort
Slytherin stalkin'
Gryffindor, Gryffindor
Sasquatch is my uncle
And Satan is my father
Hederick get his a** blown
And proves who don't follow
Taught murders in my basement
... Dumbledore
A pitchfork in the fire
(?) inspire, do not ignore
Black Rain execution
We tootin' and body bruising
So unless the streets elective
They shootin' and never loosin'
[Hook: Big Cheese & II Tone] 2x
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
Shovin' the decomposed body
In back of the trunk of the cargo department
I bury the corpse wide deep in the forest
I'm smokin a (?) with the venom in carnage
I give 'em a 360° kick to the chin
With a 'gator skin boot like a f**in' Chuck Norris
Tyranno Saurus the rex with a tec
Will (?) neck, you will not eat your porridge
Lords the (?) that ever recorded
The vocals are ported
... can't be avoided
My minds are distorted
Where (?) tortures
[Verse 4: II Tone]
It's so hot these n***as runnin'
Who the hell gon' hear they cries?
Pour some acid on yo skin
And watch it cook like curly fries
All these b**hes chasin' cheddar
Trynna come up on the mack
Shove a pistol in your p**y
Blow yo belly out yo back
Funny how they slip away
Ain't no mountain high enough
Cuz we sellin' crack in powder packs
Bill Franklin who we trust
I can't lie, I hate you n***as
And you never get respect
From a G like me, you be wanna be
[Hook: Big Cheese & II Tone] 2x
[Verse 5: Slim Money]
I ain't gotta stunt, n***a
I'm with a helloween junt
Heard the world goin' green
So I roll up another blunt
Catch me ridin' past muffler
Pounds in my muffler
In a scuffler on you bustas
Yea you s**as like (?)
I see Satan mane, these angels be hard to trust
I don't see danger
It's just Slim and my n***a OG Dangerous
We don't play games
So why you try to play with us?
Got choppers, n***as
Turn you zombies into angel dust
[Verse 6: C-Mob]
Spit fire and brimstone
If hell freezes over, motherf**er, better have your Timbs on
Now big grown
Too old for the bullsh**, mentally I live up in a grim zone
Yo kids gone
If you f**in' with my family
Dammit we gonna make 'em all die
Cause in the calamity
I can't get a grip on my sanity
Got ya panicking when you look into my eyes
Screams and cries
Echoe trough the middle of the night
When I'm pullin' out the Mossberg pump
Ready to deliver yo 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** with C-Mob
I got plenty much game to sell
If a motherf**er wanna try to run up on me
Grab the heater
Imma make 'em feel the Flames Of Hell