Tomorrow's Gone

[Verse 1: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]

We slip and slide while we fuckin'

Cause my sheets is fully silk

I told her get up water my White Oleanders with some milk

White man's guilt is the black man's poison

That's why I'm always paranoid

Why I be hearing voices

Middle finger rigamortis

While they stuff me in my coffin

Porches flyin' saucers

Saucy scuffin' up my Jordans

Mushrooms, trippin' high

Talkin' to the Dolphins

Adderall, caused a cosmic shift in my endorphins

Flip quick with that thing

On my hip, I'm mighty morphin'

Y'all niggas all talk

No action like Zordon, (Rangers)

Thug outlaw immortal

Flyin' out a time portal

I ain't miss a whisper nigga

Now I'm comin' after all you

Frank Wright mixed with a twist of Lord Vordul

Started kickin' shit in the projects

Now I'm royal

Never save a ho

Like Popeye and Olive Oil

Never shit on a nigga

When he filled your stomach for you

Don't forget to fear me

I know y'all niggas scared

Pray that they ignore me

Pray they keep thinkin' I'm weird

Came to you in your sleep

And spoke death inside your ear

You ain't flinch, kept your eyes closed

And shed a single tear

Pussies don't have tongues

So pussies can't talk

Fuck that shit

DONT INCLUDE ME WITH NEW YORK

I rode up on a elephant

And slid down the trunk

Rose petals at my feet

That's a hell of a stunt, nigga

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]

Your ho is a no-go

That bitch fucked for Polo

Sucking on it like Rolo

Back 'em up in that four door

You fell off like row-row

She jump on it like pogo

All she want was a photo

Then I stuck it all in her chulo

She called me Papi Chulo

You lost boy like Rufio

Bitch, like, go in my 'cuzzi ho

Before I punch your ass in your coochie, ho

Genesis or Sussudio

You penis and booty, ho

On Venus in a studio

And that's out this world in that booth, ho

You smokin' on that panthro

Rambo, an example

For the Land Ro when I man, ho

With my dick all out my pants, ho

Got pussy smellin' like anchovies

Stomach lookin' all roly poly

Fucked that ho on a Friday night

Sunday, act like she don't know me

Spastic with this rhymin' shit

Caskets if you attackin' this

Turn ratchet with that ratchet

Smokin' on cactus with that ratchet bitch

No martian or no monster

No goon goblin, none of that shit

I rap batter, so fuck ?

And anybody in your motherfucking clique

[Verse 3: Nacho Picasso]

Devil's dandruff, but I dabbled with that angel

No Buffy, doin' damage to my brain cells

I'm the leader

Gamma rays make my brain swell

Fuck your album sales

Tell me how that 'caine sells

The afro samurais

Tatted up like Allen Ive

I tore my heart out

And gave it to my valentine

And gave a line to that little bitch from Madeline

Bitches be them setup artists

Now I lay that pine with nines

Pop my piece like peels

I got a jagged spine

So I sound like Jack Burton

How I drag my lines

All the smokers in Seattle hella mad I rhyme

Cause we were servin' Fraggle Rock

Some Big Apple time

Hmm, I heard that city never sleeps

Well, my city always rains

And it's full of fucking creeps

Nominated Nacho P

To be the one that fuckin' speaks

Hella freaks, couple geeks

Then that OG Kush that reeks

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]

I bought the first mixtape

Won't help me escape poverty

So I did 'em six deep

Plottin' armed robbery

Should be in the Bahamas

Gettin' slobbed by Rihanna, G

Instead, I'm in the 'Bush

Hungry, plottin' to ? money

Motivate these crooks

This life is a tug-o-war

Just shook my sword over books

With that unbeheading arm

And this Gat, guarantee you fall

Like this dress on a ho

Hoes undressing it all

? on her dress and draw

Motherfucker, I'm raw

[Verse 5: Erick Arc Elliott]

I'm trained to kill

My aim is real

? spills

I paid attention

Now I pays the bills

Mommy, I'm sorry

I can't protect my motives

Nobody told me different

Now I'm off the hinges

The doorway into my own existence

Spit it like retarded do

The impoverish genuine article

Spark your brain particles

While I proceed to startle you

Often, I get it on with you

Niggas, what is wrong with you

Bitches, don't carry bras with you

Zombies beat the remarkable

[Verse 6: Zombie Juice]

Red herring, leave no clues

I'm that smooth

I'm that daring

Walk down your block in no shoes

Just one Glock, will not lose

Your actions are bitch moves 'gainst the pistol

Don't bite the head

I love it when she grab my balls

She slurpin' while I chill

Your style played out

Like this can of open beer

Wash it down with a thought

We the hottest

Fuck them niggas hatin' on New York

Zombie niggas food for thought