Rap Zombie Chillinit

[Intro]
Actually, they want another one, another one
Hey, yo, you better flee, Hops
Seventy-two hours, shit

[Verse 1]
Everything I own in a box to the left
I don't mean no Beyoncé jams
But I roll me a J and pop me a Z to the death
I ain't talkin' Beyoncé's man
That bitch said, "Put a ring on it", she sings on it
Kinda like Beyoncé fams, but I ain't drop no singles lately
'Cause I'm too deep, messin' with the single ladies
I got dreams of a jet black Chrysler
Inside colours of a redback spider
Start off 2018 with a five-stack
Get it heavy, get it ten racks higher
I feel like the shit
Ronaldo, brother, I'm real like Madrid
Get Messi like Lionel, spin on your vinyl
Wax, I cut facts, I'm DJ Khaled, I'm the best
Steve Waugh in the slips, still Shane Warne with a bitch
Still raw with the spit, still spin words on a pitch
Still hit verses for six, try catch this
Bust raps with a recipe like Crusty Crab
The stars under the rock like Patrick
And the bar straight over your head
So I spit this Olympic flow, it's gymnastic
Your bars like the lips and tits of Kim, Kylie and Kris
Legit, they all plastic
Said he raps good, but he raps shit
Brother looking like an MC Catfish
Can't be stopped, can't be dropped
Roy Jones, I'm the carbon copy
Hard to stop, the juggernaut packs a punch
The kill streaks, run around like a Nazi zombie
Do you feel me, man?
You don't know 'bout the shit that I go through
Drop bars like a spirit bomb
It's a numbers game like Sudoku
But I still got the dragon balls
Rap be raw, like a sushi train, this ain't tofu
Nah, I don't get mad at all
Bag the ball at my side chick's house that I go to
Sesh for an hour
Sesh at her place, then sex in the shower
She's off her face from sessions of powder
Still got a face like Jessica Alba