Zombie E-40 (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne)

[Chorus]
If you're a zombie
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fi-
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Lynch, E-40
It's that season of the sickness, you're witnessing nigga sittin' spin
I'mma get you addicted when I spit shit, venomous shit, shit again
Shit so much I gotta go to Costco to get my toilet paper
Hit so much, spit so much, grip the pistol up, I'm a skitzo nut
Zeppo rape or keep her safe or he could take her
Chill pill, real deal, kill bill
I might be sick, but that ain't the reason that I still spit real ill
Niggas ain't got no lyrics when I hear it I'm like, "What's up with that?"
Everybody wanna copy me, so I'm choppin' 'em up, leave rotten meat
I'mma be drama free like my momma be
Suicide before I let a nigga ride on me, that ain't comedy
I don't get, I don't have to get it
Mini AK, I call him midget
And he got a sister heatin' 'em up, makin' his skin blister
I'm a monster you're a zombie