[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass?
The devil on each shoulder, no halo's on my staff
Your medulla may implode
When I spit this venom in code
When I spit this venomous flow
Mind-bending entity, oh
My soul glowing, it's gold
My heart's dark and it's cold
My art's a part of my soul
I can't help but give y'all the most
Can't help but be niggas hope
Can't help but rise through the smoke
Can't help that my dick is big and it's in the back of her throat
Break bread and make toast
Raise glass and blow smoke
Kick ass like Bernie Mac and mack on with these hoes
Flip packs and bust gats and live on through these quotes
Too mentally unstable to be fucking around with them labels
Picture me Yakkity Yak, talking shit at these round tables
Nah, son, never that, less it's millies under the table
I'm saving up every cent, starting our own label
Serpent under the rainbow, the pot of gold ends its toll
Fallen angels, they dangle from clouds of vapor
[Interlude]
That zombies don’t recognize borders, and that a zombie invasion in the United States could easily turn into a continent-wide pandemic if it’s not con—
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Money pussy and drugs be the antidepressant
In pursuit of presidents, you might have to keep you a Wesson
Aim at heads of presidents, that'll make change in a second
Motherfuck your reverend and all the lies that he telling
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
They say we not able, strange, but peep through different angles
Speak the truth 'cause what we plant is all seeding for the future
Probably cooler than I thought I was, probably with a fewer
I'm hot, bitch, I ain't Nelly
This ain't MIMS, I'm something deadly
Petty niggas, y'all ain't ready
The shit I kick is heavy
A felon, moving steady
Ungrateful bitches get stitches
And buried six feet in ditches
In the clouds, painting pictures
Sometimes I'm feeling enormous
I'm 'bout to jump, I'm feeling nauseous
Close your eyes for repercussions
Tried to use a gunman
But the gun jammed
Maybe if I won, they'd probably get me
Strap a gun and tell 'em
Put one in my lung
Shoot one through my heart
Rip my tongue apart
Never again to speak this art
And I ain't got to sign a motherfucking deal
I could still fuck your girl off a blunt and some chill
Smoking up them hotels, put it on my bill
Sleep 'til next Wednesday, wake up to her grill
That super stinky dank got me high on mushroom hills
In the event of my demise
I'm laughing at you rap guys spitting lies
[Outro]
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
They're all gonna laugh at you
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