[Intro: $ubjectz]
God can't save you
God can't save you
GCSY, bitch

[Chorus: $ubjectz]
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge (No, sir)
I'm trying not to lose my head (No, sir)
I ain't got shit to prove in the end (I swear)
Life's a game, we all lose in the end (No, sir)

[Verse 1: $ubjectz & CAMERON AZI]
I was born out of sin, never smile I grin
Free my bro in the pen, we left for dead in the wind
God can't tell me shit, kept us trapped in the pen
You can't handle the sin, give me reason to live

[Verse 2: $ubjectz]
Where I'm from, you ain't gunned up, you get gunned down
Where I'm from, it ain't never safe after sundown
Where I'm from, we ain't playing 'round, we be spraying 'round
Where I'm from, run up in your face, fuck you saying now? (No, sir)

[Bridge: $ubjectz]
GCSY, bitch
[Verse 3: CAMERON AZI]
Ahh, don't push me, we just came from the edge
I really jumped to my fucking death
Hell yeah, who's this? Bitch, can't tell me shit
Flex shit, ain't get, I don't feel you, bitch
What? What? You hear me?
The whole gang around me, you can't get near me
But still be the first n***a make you fear me
And we gon' catch you next, fuck the answer, you dead, n***a

[Chorus: $ubjectz]
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge (No, sir)
I'm trying not to lose my head (No, sir)
I ain't got shit to prove in the end (I swear)
Life's a game, we all lose in the end (No, sir)

[Bridge: $ubjectz]
GCSY, bitch

[Refrain: Undead Papi]
Rob Zombie, I'm riding in a Dragula
Sharp fangs, n***a, call me count Dracula
Planned it out, now my scheme is immaculate
Shoot it out, just make sure that it's accurate
Rob Zombie, I'm riding in a Dragula
Sharp fangs, n***a call me count Dracula
Planned it out, now my scheme is immaculate
Shoot it out, just make sure that it's accurate
[Verse 4: Undead Papi]
Rob Zombie, I pull up in a big whip
Pentagram on my shirt, that's that big drip
N***as know Undead draped in triple-six
Ghetto metal-head, that's my fucking fit
Corpse paint on my face, n***as know I trip
Got a drum fully loaded with the big grip
Got a bag full of mag's, that's extended clip
Pull up solo, 20 n***as dip
Got Satan on my back, machete on my hip
House of thousand corpses, that's my fucking crib
Ed Gein with your corpse, that's how I live
Running from the beast, I'll catch you slip
No mercy, I ain't Jesus. the fuck is forgive (Forgive)
Crawling to your grave with a torn limb (Torn limb)
Coughing up blood with your broke rib (Broke rib)
Hacking at your body, bet you won't live (Won't live)
Leave that pussy rotting, leave them all stiff (All stiff)
Look in my eyes, see I'm heartless (Heartless)
That fucking type of n***a leave you arm-less (Arm-less)
Grew up cold, bathed in darkness (Darkness)