DIRTNAP City Morgue

[Intro: ZillaKami]
Yung Germ
Yeah

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Ready or not, here I come, I got a hazmat (Okay)
Through your doorknob, spray chemicals on your dad hat (What's up?)
Chopper soundin' like a drummer boy drummin' (Huh?)
'Til you get in closer, and all them little boys runnin' (Haha)
I'm a Uzi-shootin', fate-breakin', clutch-poppin', headbangin' (Okay)
Pull up at yo' crib 'cause we 'bout shit, you hear the glass break (What's up?)
Gracie Academy, triangle choke specialist (Huh?)
Painted in a white face, resemble dead presidents (Haha)

[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
My waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What?)
On my waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What? Okay)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)