[Intro]
Look at this mouth, look at these eyes
Look at these ears, look at this hairline
But why don't you think you're the father?
Because it's been a time where I've went over to Sheela's house
And it's been twelve guys in there
And there's a bottle of gin, and there's things being rolled up
We all know what I'm talking about
You, first of all are a liar
You're dumb as a box of rocks
Number four in your class? I don't think so
I have the high school transcript to prove it
Okay, well, show me
I'm not trying to hear none of that
That's not putting food on Keyshawn's table
Or clothes on her back
Maury, Maury
Maury, I'd just like to say
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Metaphysics, religious scripture, read the picture
Participating and hate the negative, we'll get ya
Look inside your soul, meet your maker, I suppose
In Jamaica, blowing Os, Cali niggas cutthroat
Beast Coast nigga, yeah, we've been on
Trippy motherfucker, up and down, ping-pong
Bulletproof from the roof, third eye strong
King of my own, that throne'll leave you thorny crowned
Crucify, gettin' shitted by your own
The universe, everywhere I roam is my home
To some, I suppose, uranium explode
Leaving kids disfigured, they meant to just a figment
I ain't acid rap, but I rap on acid
Do it for the culture, that pop shit over
Wasn't for A$AP, the radio would make me throw up
Here's the reality, I plead my insanity
I don't give a fuck if you rap niggas don't like me
Same old nigga, rubber bands and a white tee
No chain on, gold teeth, blowing Yoshi (Yoshi)
Issa, AK, do it for the whole team
YFG, zombie niggas reign supreme
Prince my little yout, growin faster than my buzz
Last week overseas, steady getting love
Signing out, Juice man, peace, ganja, blood
Look at this mouth, look at these eyes
Look at these ears, look at this hairline
But why don't you think you're the father?
Because it's been a time where I've went over to Sheela's house
And it's been twelve guys in there
And there's a bottle of gin, and there's things being rolled up
We all know what I'm talking about
You, first of all are a liar
You're dumb as a box of rocks
Number four in your class? I don't think so
I have the high school transcript to prove it
Okay, well, show me
I'm not trying to hear none of that
That's not putting food on Keyshawn's table
Or clothes on her back
Maury, Maury
Maury, I'd just like to say
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Metaphysics, religious scripture, read the picture
Participating and hate the negative, we'll get ya
Look inside your soul, meet your maker, I suppose
In Jamaica, blowing Os, Cali niggas cutthroat
Beast Coast nigga, yeah, we've been on
Trippy motherfucker, up and down, ping-pong
Bulletproof from the roof, third eye strong
King of my own, that throne'll leave you thorny crowned
Crucify, gettin' shitted by your own
The universe, everywhere I roam is my home
To some, I suppose, uranium explode
Leaving kids disfigured, they meant to just a figment
I ain't acid rap, but I rap on acid
Do it for the culture, that pop shit over
Wasn't for A$AP, the radio would make me throw up
Here's the reality, I plead my insanity
I don't give a fuck if you rap niggas don't like me
Same old nigga, rubber bands and a white tee
No chain on, gold teeth, blowing Yoshi (Yoshi)
Issa, AK, do it for the whole team
YFG, zombie niggas reign supreme
Prince my little yout, growin faster than my buzz
Last week overseas, steady getting love
Signing out, Juice man, peace, ganja, blood
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