Zombie War Drum GULLYSPIT (Ft. Istasha)

[Verse 1: Gullyspit]
Off of that shit that been smuggled in
I leave the opposition in a bag
I got a temper I bloody my knuckles
Beat up and broken ten toes and a tag
Dreaming of money coming by the duffel
Dreaming of bodies I can't even see
Spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
Dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
Smoke till I'm sick and then I re-up
Ain't got a problem I got a disease
Ash on my skin till it's burning a hole
For a minute I lay in the dirt and I'm free
Fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
Punish thе weak until they get thе message
Grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

[Chorus: Gullyspit]
Hammer fist their not waking up
Hear the war drum then you getting fucked
Hammer click right from that Bentley truck
Better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
She ain't been fucked in a minute, I get her digits, can't get enough
I might stomp out a bigot, crushing their head they no better than bugs

[Bridge: Gullyspit]
They turn on gully when they want to fist fight
Stare down the barrel and wait for the white light
She fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe
Aim at the white mask it ain't a slasher
Pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
Leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I'm cancer