City Morgue - Drag Me To Hell lyrics

Laugh yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Mula!

Sacrifice your closest ones (Grrah)
See an opp, I'm smokin' one (Brrah)
Light it with a smokin' gun (Blaow)
Taste the coke, I'm over-numb
(Blaow, blaow, blaow)
Hunnid bloods at your party (MBF)
Nigga, we ain't came to party
(Fuck outta here)
Nigga, we gon' stain somebody (Gimme that)
Take them chains right off somebody
(Gimme that)
Pull up in that brand new 'Rari (Skrrt)
Your bitch give me Maserati (Slide)
Hol' up, you gon' get the shotty (Blaow)
Hol' up, you gon' Ricky Bobby (Blaow)
Hol' up, I got bands in my MST (Mula)
Give me Xans and the LSD (Work)
I got grams, keepin' that speed
Catch these hands like you're Joe Pesci

I'll climb up when I fall down
Go meet God deep in the ground

Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire
Walking on cobblestone, all-black attire
Stake and a cross in the ground where you lie
Stake and a cross in the ground where you lie
Worship another, then you aren't high
Gods never die, so I'm walking on earth
City Morgue, we the deacon of church
City Morgue, we the deacon of church

You create a monster
Then you force it's exile
You create a race and you do not walk a mile
You create the Gods that
They worship and smile
But shepherd these sheep when they riled

I'll climb up when I fall down
Go meet God deep in the ground