Death

(Zombie Juice) [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Spitting shit, disfigured like ligaments Picture the making of this, my hands tied Watch the smoke flow by, by, bye-bye On the porch, Newports, packs of the loud, new bitch packing the crowds The macking spectacular, is you fucking or nothing? Mmm, a little sumchin Bitch, you know I'm buzzing, bumpity bumping Packs in the back of Mack's trunk and drunk and 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 'til it's do or die Each moment's a mineral, poetry's protein The verse is a vitamin, effects like codeine [Hook] x3 What you gon' do when them zombies come for you (Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill) (Meechy Darko) [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] 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 and said Meech sip on this codeine Wash it down with OE, now I'm throwed up like O.G.'s My voice hold the beat down, it's the anchor And my nigga stay with the metal like Kurt Angle Zombies blowing up like the Boston marathon, boom What, too soon? Opposite of late bloom Dunk from the free throw since I was spewed from the womb Survival of the fittest, I ate my twin in the womb And due to Robin Givens, 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, execute for my grimy and my destitute [Hook] x3 (The Architect) [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] Spit in your face at the pearly gates At twenty-four a nigga special like he thirty-eight The limerick I kick is four finger ring shit I twist a motherfucker limbs up like a green spliff Defying odds No façade, man my city like Oz So with this tree of weed I'm never tryna be the prize Rap, produce, half a Muse when I scribe thought A quiet man, so if I can't stand then I'ma 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 J.R Nostrils filled with the potency of smoking kief All the windows down so you know it's me Bow down, my radiator hits like my Amy Wine vinyl, for now [Hook] x3