Flatbush Zombies
Текст песни Death

Spitting shit disfigured like ligaments
Picture the making of this my hands tied
Watch the smoke flow by, by, by, by
On the porch Newports
Packs of the loud New bitch packing the crowds
The mackin spectacular is you fucking on nothing
Mm a little some shit
Bitch you know I'm buzzing bumpity bumping
Packs in the back of Mach's truck and trucking
We up yet we slumping
Zombie fully function
Fu-fu-fuck corruption
Lies vivid as Jenna's titties
Terrorist experiments
America's full of shit, uh
Blinded by skin color
Blinded by his lover
Blinded by shining lights
And you the gift of life
Relax my mind till it's do or die
Each moment's a mineral
Poetry's protein
The verse is a vitamin
Effects like codeine

What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
Murder murder murder, kill kill kill, for you

DTA I don't trust none of my homies
Juice laced my spliff with
PCP and never told me
Passed me a cup of bleach
Said Meech sip on this codeine
Wash it down with OE
Now I'm throwed up like OGs
My voice hold the beat down it's the anchor
And my nigger stay with the metal like Kurt Angle
Zombies blowing up like the Boston marathon boom
War too soon, opposite of late bloom
Dumped from the free throwing
I was spewed from the womb
Survival of the fittest I ate my twin in the womb
And due to robbin givings
I may never jump the broom
And while you pay for pussy
I was out in paid dues
Stage diving turned a couple
Thousand people to my pool
You a fool if you think I ain't on the move
I am it, I am new, I exude
But cannot be reproduced
As acute for my Grammy and my destitute?

What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
Murder murder murder, kill kill kill, for you

Spit in your face at the pearly gates
At 24 a nigger special like he 38
The limerick I kick his four finger ring
Shit I twist a mother fucker limbs up
Like a green spliff
Defying arts no facade man
My city like art
So if this 30E I'm never tryna be the boss
Rap induced have'em used when I scribe thought,
Quiet man so if I can't stand then I'm gonna fall
I'd rather be a failure than never mentioned at all
The dimensions of the mind
Measure crime like yellow tape
Music the bass
Swap my heart for an 808
You outta shape smoking great
Good god like Jay oh
Nostrils fill with the potency of smoking keef
All the windows down so you know it's me
Bow down my radiator hits
Like my Amy wine vinyl, for now

What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?
What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?