Death

Spitting shit disfigured like ligaments 
 Picture the making of this my hands tied 
 Watch the smoke flow by, by, by, by 
 On the porch Newports 
 Packs of the loud New bitch packing the crowds 
 The mackin spectacular is you fucking on nothing 
 Mm a little some shit 
 Bitch you know I'm buzzing bumpity bumping 
 Packs in the back of Mach's truck and trucking 
 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 till it's do or die 
 Each moment's a mineral 
 Poetry's protein 
 The verse is a vitamin 
 Effects like codeine 

 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 Murder murder murder, kill kill kill, for you 

 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 
 Said Meech sip on this codeine 
 Wash it down with OE 
 Now I'm throwed up like OGs 
 My voice hold the beat down it's the anchor 
 And my nigger stay with the metal like Kurt Angle 
 Zombies blowing up like the Boston marathon boom 
 War too soon, opposite of late bloom 
 Dumped from the free throwing 
 I was spewed from the womb 
 Survival of the fittest I ate my twin in the womb 
 And due to robbin givings 
 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 
 As acute for my Grammy and my destitute? 

 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 Murder murder murder, kill kill kill, for you 

 Spit in your face at the pearly gates 
 At 24 a nigger special like he 38 
 The limerick I kick his four finger ring 
 Shit I twist a mother fucker limbs up 
 Like a green spliff 
 Defying arts no facade man 
 My city like art 
 So if this 30E I'm never tryna be the boss 
 Rap induced have'em used when I scribe thought, 
 Quiet man so if I can't stand then I'm gonna 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 Jay oh 
 Nostrils fill with the potency of smoking keef 
 All the windows down so you know it's me 
 Bow down my radiator hits 
 Like my Amy wine vinyl, for now 

 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you? 
 What-what ya gonna do when them zombies come for you?