Flatbush Zombies - Death lyrics

rate me

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 façade 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?