[Verse 1: Juice]
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(Zombie juice)
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Spitting shit disfigured like ligaments
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Picture the making of this my hands tied
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Watch the smoke flow by by by by
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On the porch Newports packs of the loud
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New bitch packing the crowds
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The mackin' spectacular is you fucking on nothing
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Mmmmmm a little sumchin
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Bitch you know I'm buzzing bumpity bumping
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Packs in the back of Mach's truck n trunking
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We up yet we slumping, Zombie fully function
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Fu-fu-fuck corruption, lies vivid as Jenna's titties
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Terrorist experiments, America's full of shit, uh
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Blinded by skin color, blinded by his lover
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Blinded by shining lights, and you the gift of life
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Relax my mind 'til it's, do or die
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Each moments a mineral, poetry's protein
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The verse is a vitamin effects like codeine
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[Hook]
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What ya gonna do when them zombies come for you
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(murder murder murder, kill kill kill)
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[Verse 2: Meech]
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(Meechy Darko)
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DTA I don't trust none of my homies
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Juice laced my spliff with PCP and never told me
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Passed me a cup of bleach said Meech sip on this codeine
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Wash it down with OE now I'm throwed up like OGs
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My voice hold the beat down it's the anchor
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And my nigger stay with the metal like Kurt Angle
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Zombies blowing up like the Boston marathon BOOM
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War too soon, opposite of late bloom
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Dumped from the free throwin's, I was spewed from the womb
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Survival of the fittest I ate my twin in the womb
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And due to robbin' givings I may never jump the broom
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And while you pay for pussy I was out in paid dues
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Stage diving turned a couple thousand people to my pool
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You a fool if you think I ain't on the move
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I am it, I am new, I ?exude?
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But can I be reproduced as acute for my Grammy and my destitute?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Erick]
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(The architect)
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Spit in your face at the pearly gates
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At 24 a nigga special like he 38
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The limerick I kick is four finger ring
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Shit I twist a mother fucker limbs up like a green spliff
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Defying arts, no facade man my city like ahhh
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So if this ?street on heat? I'm never tryna be a boss
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Rap induced have 'em used
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When I scribe thought, quiet man
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So if i can't stand then I'm gonna fall
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I'd rather be a failure than never mentioned at all
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The dimensions of the mind measure crime like yellow tape
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Music the bass, swap my heart for an 808
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You outta shape smoking great good god, like jay oh
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Nostrils fill with the potency of smoking kief
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All the windows down so you know it's me
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Bow down My radiator hits like my Amy Wine Vinyl, For Now
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[Hook]
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Death
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Flatbush Zombies |