MRAZ

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] What the bloodclot? What the blood Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne Carter With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Poppa Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley Throw 'em all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get And imagine that like a figment I'm a walking, talking enigma Something you never figure Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, I am like Randy Savage on acid That's very vibrant and classic A walking disaster, hazard to any rapper That’s rapping, we the underground killas But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling This guru spit voodoo, yes I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts She swallowing all my children Rack in my mouth, teeth made of gold I'm sucking the areolas, my nigga, the best of both Double entendre And if they auctioning niggas, then I'm the top product What am I saying, they used to auction our forefathers Where is my mind, shit, I can't find it Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana How is he so niggerish, yet so enlightened It can't be possible, he living everything he rhyming I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing [Hook: Zombie Juice] Broke niggas only make jokes, nigga I made more than I can fit in this quote, nigga Quote, nigga, we the hope, nigga Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga Hope nigga, hope nigga Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga Hope nigga, hope nigga Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits And I never see my nemesis, but I'm working on my penmanship I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning If I'm talking shit, shit, man, I'm only kidding Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere 2012 is here and still a different kind of fear It's material, and I ain't talkin fashion Believe in what you want, cause no one knows to seem what happens Ya bastards Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind I already got your heart, girl, I wanna fuck your mind But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard I never drop the acid, bruh, I'm trippy as fuck Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up So cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman [Hook: Zombie Juice] [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Cruising down the street, ain't got a 6-4 Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold Corny baby mama knocking at my front do' She just want my income, I'd rather get my dick sucked I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt me Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly Smashing bitches in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent, cuz Having visions of Mason Betha coming back Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap I call it food for the savoring What's your craving, na-not for paparazzi, the most Incredible dope, feta, cheddar, the revenue Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the server, the Hedetet Love my medical-hating niggas disguised as friends I see the lies, wannabes, little Gs Peep the A-P-Cs, I'm a G-O-D Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Zs, please I got the scoop, ain't that about a bitch Take a flick with the microphone ripper, gravedigger Hairy black ball nigga, sicker than your average Twisting dank, fucking hoes on the kitchen sink What you think?