Chuch

[Intro: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]

You know, Nick at Nite, threesome

Chuch, chuch

Two hoes in the middle

Chuch, chuch

Offerin' in the basket

Chuch

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]

Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in (Uh-huh)

Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he goin' in

Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens (Lucid)

Never been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weak

And fuck who you pretend to be (Fuck 'em), I'm tryna be the bigger me (Bigger)

Body the industry, fuck all my enemies (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)

Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge

Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live

Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip

There's rules to the game, ho nigga get hip

Hip hip, like that shit that I'm spittin'

And I'm on my shit, bruh

Tryna get advances and mansions

Whole family like Manson ([?] Charlie)

Eatin' rappers like panzón

The truth, I'm the answer

The proof in the puddin'

Real niggas salutin', they shootin'

They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one (One)

We outta heat, what the fuck you think I do this for?

The big three, and every day it's like I fuckin' ball (Playoffs)

Protect your neck and guard your grill, man

Wall, off the, yeah I'm synced, that means my shit is awesome

Never cared though so fuck, fuck your opinion (Alright)

Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics

Ain't shit change, just the numbers on the cane

Got them '47s, eight 9 Glocks, MAC-11s

Thirty eight .38s, do you get the message?

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice]

They talkin' but I don't hear it (Nah)

Fuck am I fearin'? Fuck the other rappers you comparin' (Fuck 'em)

This shit hip with fear and any nigga you think can't even come near it (No)

These niggas finicky, they think we gimmicky

'Cause our first shit was a banger (Bang) and we infiltrated the industry

It's funny 'cause eventually

They understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entity (Ghost, ghost)

Cut from a different fiber, generate radiant energy

Myself in five years, that's the only one ahead of me (Fuck 'em)

I'm from the Mecca, B, New York, New York

Named it twice, 'cause we fuckin' [?] (Brooklyn)

Zombie Gang, walkin' dead, no man alive

Can fuck with thee, y'all niggas got some nerve

We did in a week what you couldn't do in some years

Nigga, you ain't learn (Overnight), I'll make you bite the curb

Get it? Learnin' curb, amazin' with these words

Already got mine, but nigga, I'm takin' yours (Woo)

Growing pains, I never felt

Shit, I been numb since I was young, the chosen one

Deborah's only son, 1989 she gave birth to a loaded gun

I know I'm blunt, speakin' of blunt, I roll it up and smoke it (I'm high)

Some say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hidden

I bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you Proof is in Heaven

Life's a matter of preference, who's to say that Hell isn't Heaven?

Annually I dwell in thoughts darker than the other side of the spectrum

Damn, Arc, give me a second, a millisecond

Fuck it, we never stressin'

[Produced by Erick Arc Elliott]