[Zombie Juice]
I be gone 'till November, I got packs to move
Like Wyclef Jean without the sex scandal
Dismantle and handle any rap dude from New York to L.A
Ya' MC'll get ate, greedy little nigga' never share off the plates
Racks on a bitch, naw, wraps on my dick, pause
Back smack a bitch rapper, blowing loud, been dapper
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Represent my city, these other nigga's shitty
Maino told me nigga's gotta' stick together
Nigga's throwin' over broads like 50 or Mayweather
While half the industry hates on me
I independently, made half a mili' in a year
Still I'm ahead of my prime
And if sleep's the cousin of death ya' falling in line
Zombie!
[Meechy Darko]
Fuck the bloggers brah, most your posts are straight Bolognia
Check any continent they won't find spitters as hot as us
My consciousness, mindfuck, and make her pineal hymen bust
Vomit lava, brah, I'll melt any thermometer
Poison on the television
Baby let me crack handle white
Jesus answers to the prayers of a black man
My third eye see through your insides like a CAT Scan
Got 'dat cha-cha-cha-cha-chopper out & it will not jam
Death around the corner, I hear'em callin'
Paranoia from smoking this marijuana
We all liars, so I guess we all lawyers
If you ain't loyal then you should be in the soil
Hash oil, soarin', saucer
See most of my shows out in Norway, awesome
New day different hoes, same shit, different toilet
Punchlines better than that smack you been snortin'
Past life, writing my rhymes down in papyrus
Acid flashbacks dropping micro-grams in my eyelids
Psilocybin my stylist, look in the mirror for guidance
I am who they really trying to clone through they rhymin'
But their scenes ain't as mean, painting scenes, Meech styling
Acid drops from the melting cup ???
Nigga's been known for years and I'm still fuckin' hungry
That ain't the beat bangin' that's the rumble in my tummy
The fronto leaf baggies perspire
And a nigga still sittin' on wicker then the weed don't expire
Dessy needs some new bullets, my car gon' need some new tires
Your baby boy needs new pampers, but baby I ain't the father
Bitch!
I be gone 'till November, I got packs to move
Like Wyclef Jean without the sex scandal
Dismantle and handle any rap dude from New York to L.A
Ya' MC'll get ate, greedy little nigga' never share off the plates
Racks on a bitch, naw, wraps on my dick, pause
Back smack a bitch rapper, blowing loud, been dapper
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Represent my city, these other nigga's shitty
Maino told me nigga's gotta' stick together
Nigga's throwin' over broads like 50 or Mayweather
While half the industry hates on me
I independently, made half a mili' in a year
Still I'm ahead of my prime
And if sleep's the cousin of death ya' falling in line
Zombie!
[Meechy Darko]
Fuck the bloggers brah, most your posts are straight Bolognia
Check any continent they won't find spitters as hot as us
My consciousness, mindfuck, and make her pineal hymen bust
Vomit lava, brah, I'll melt any thermometer
Poison on the television
Baby let me crack handle white
Jesus answers to the prayers of a black man
My third eye see through your insides like a CAT Scan
Got 'dat cha-cha-cha-cha-chopper out & it will not jam
Death around the corner, I hear'em callin'
Paranoia from smoking this marijuana
We all liars, so I guess we all lawyers
If you ain't loyal then you should be in the soil
Hash oil, soarin', saucer
See most of my shows out in Norway, awesome
New day different hoes, same shit, different toilet
Punchlines better than that smack you been snortin'
Past life, writing my rhymes down in papyrus
Acid flashbacks dropping micro-grams in my eyelids
Psilocybin my stylist, look in the mirror for guidance
I am who they really trying to clone through they rhymin'
But their scenes ain't as mean, painting scenes, Meech styling
Acid drops from the melting cup ???
Nigga's been known for years and I'm still fuckin' hungry
That ain't the beat bangin' that's the rumble in my tummy
The fronto leaf baggies perspire
And a nigga still sittin' on wicker then the weed don't expire
Dessy needs some new bullets, my car gon' need some new tires
Your baby boy needs new pampers, but baby I ain't the father
Bitch!
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