Yo, Sam. We back bitches! Good grip on that hood shit Full flame from the bull pit Bad bitch don't take shit Fucked last week been dead since In the muck one time, kill 'em all with one line From the swamp, bump and grind, ain't with the game no shuck and jive Ain't no soft mouth when is gold, Can't hang low where the demons go Cats don’t talk, they plead the fifth, one disappearance nobody see shit On a different plane, take it outside it's so insane Sam right rip real simple and plain Sam B mother fucker ya'll in hell
[x2] No room in hell Reservations go bad, and the guest list is closed And the last one's alive, and the devil locked his door No room in hell The nightmares come quick, the air is getting thick When the dead start to rise, and there's no place to hide
Eat a brain while getting brained Conductor on my zombie train, all aboard, kill a broad Leave her bloody, choked and stained Won't play games no slick talk, devil dick like a pitchfork No super suit, no bat cave, just shrunken heads and dead stock I'm Mossberg I'm 2Pac, BIG with two Glocks Big L from hell and back, collecting heads in my napsack Ghost rider with no chains, spawned life with no cape Demon child like hunger games Chase a bitch, no escape
[x2] No room in hell Reservations go bad, and the guest list is closed And the last one's alive, and the devil locked his door No room in hell The nightmares come quick, the air is getting thick When the dead start to rise, and there's no place to hide
First of all I ain’t going to hell Let 'em know we're going to need a lease I stay hungry I need a feast, didn't I tell you don't feed the beast? Went and got a little holy water and put it onto my Jesus piece Got her wet like she's seen the beach And I think your girl's going to need to see a priest Say I'm ill when I'm over seas, couldn't see how that's not true My Jewelry looks like it caught Flu and my neck looking like Achoo Girl you got to be psychic, if you think that I'm crazy I would show you my good side but what have you done for me lately? Every day would be heavenly when she call me up and I stop through Every day I look to the sky and thank god that I'm not you
[x4] No room in hell Reservations go bad, and the guest list is closed And the last one's alive, and the devil locked his door No room in hell The nightmares come quick, the air is getting thick When the dead start to rise, and there's no place to hideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.