[Produced by Statik Selektah]
[Verse 1]
Night of the living dead
I got my pen and my pad with me
Writin' down every word that people said
I see some bitches head blown off her shoulders
By a soldier with a toaster in his holster like BANG!
Then this little kid came, with a AK
And a bullet proof vest that smothered his little chest
He just ran up on some chick
Blew her brains out, with his fangs out
Showin' like an animal and shit
Bodies fallin' from the sky
Better get ya umbrella
Go and put yo grandma in a bullet proof sweater
Yo gimme that cocaine
So I could sniff about eight ki's
That's eight lbs. more than the human brain
To the pearly gates mane
That's where I'm headed
But is heaven ready for a reverend that's killin' and sellin'
Or is hell the epidemic, I see when I close my lenses
Fuck pretendin', I'ma take you through my adventures like killers
So the people stay running
[Verse 1]
Night of the living dead
I got my pen and my pad with me
Writin' down every word that people said
I see some bitches head blown off her shoulders
By a soldier with a toaster in his holster like BANG!
Then this little kid came, with a AK
And a bullet proof vest that smothered his little chest
He just ran up on some chick
Blew her brains out, with his fangs out
Showin' like an animal and shit
Bodies fallin' from the sky
Better get ya umbrella
Go and put yo grandma in a bullet proof sweater
Yo gimme that cocaine
So I could sniff about eight ki's
That's eight lbs. more than the human brain
To the pearly gates mane
That's where I'm headed
But is heaven ready for a reverend that's killin' and sellin'
Or is hell the epidemic, I see when I close my lenses
Fuck pretendin', I'ma take you through my adventures like killers
So the people stay running
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