Under The Bed Undead Slayer (Ft. Ch@rlie_The_Rebel)
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[Verse 1: Undead]
I come from a world of pain and bad dreams
I got the 9 strapped right onto my hamstring
I’m fucking bad made up of bad things
I’m a fucking madman, the voices keep asking
I was born with no soul and I don’t wanna be saved
Every time I look around, see the damage I had made
I’m Undead, so no point in digging up my grave
I’m Undead with the Undead flag I wave
I’m not afraid to die, suffering from cocaine sickness
No, I’m not afraid to die, let the good book witness!
I don’t ask for none, nope, no forgiveness
Day of the Undead and you’re on our hit list
Hanging with a gang a misfits
So come on bitch, you’re on our hit list!
[Chorus: Undead]
Check twice and cover up your head
Stay hidden way, look under the bed
It’s okay, there’s no need to pretend
That you’re not scared of being Undead
[Verse 2: Charlie]
You on fake shit, dumbass hate shit
A man blowing up and all you bitches hate it
I speak what’s on my mind, not scared to say it
Whatever you do, I probably done made it
You speak on me, then your seeking missile
I keep my people close, just blow a whistle
Fashion had made you, go crazy for crystal
Blow like a star, look up see the sizzle
Can’t fuck with you, cuz a bitch wasn’t in the initial
Talk all that big shit, but run from an official
You were caught selling some O’s, still coming back from judicial
Say your smoking some grass, but you smoke artificial
I make the bars pour, you make low drizzle
You overcomplicate, I make it look simple (Bitch!)
I come from a world of pain and bad dreams
I got the 9 strapped right onto my hamstring
I’m fucking bad made up of bad things
I’m a fucking madman, the voices keep asking
I was born with no soul and I don’t wanna be saved
Every time I look around, see the damage I had made
I’m Undead, so no point in digging up my grave
I’m Undead with the Undead flag I wave
I’m not afraid to die, suffering from cocaine sickness
No, I’m not afraid to die, let the good book witness!
I don’t ask for none, nope, no forgiveness
Day of the Undead and you’re on our hit list
Hanging with a gang a misfits
So come on bitch, you’re on our hit list!
[Chorus: Undead]
Check twice and cover up your head
Stay hidden way, look under the bed
It’s okay, there’s no need to pretend
That you’re not scared of being Undead
[Verse 2: Charlie]
You on fake shit, dumbass hate shit
A man blowing up and all you bitches hate it
I speak what’s on my mind, not scared to say it
Whatever you do, I probably done made it
You speak on me, then your seeking missile
I keep my people close, just blow a whistle
Fashion had made you, go crazy for crystal
Blow like a star, look up see the sizzle
Can’t fuck with you, cuz a bitch wasn’t in the initial
Talk all that big shit, but run from an official
You were caught selling some O’s, still coming back from judicial
Say your smoking some grass, but you smoke artificial
I make the bars pour, you make low drizzle
You overcomplicate, I make it look simple (Bitch!)
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