[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
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Today I purchased a coffin and I ain't even died yet
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Smoked about 100 blunts and I ain't even high yet
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Wrote my verse in poison ink, watch you biters digest
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Got the illest grind yet? No, eye can deny it
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Lungs full of uhh, Eye bloody red nigga
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Gold fangs on uhh, pocket full of dead niggas
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Smoke some bitch, what the fuck you waitin on?
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I know it's a virtue, but baby my patience is gone
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Get our relation on, take her to a vacant home
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What you want a quicky sticky? Okay I won't takey long
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Split the dutch down the middle like Moses, split the sea
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Count it up, bag it up man, we love money, we love weed
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Met this one bimbo, told her my name was Meech
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She keep calling me mandingo
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My eyes bloody red, so she probably think I'm evil
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Truely, it's the weed smoke from all this sour deisel
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Light it then I breathe slow
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[Hook: x2]
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Seaweed flow, must be from that weed smoke
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Eyes Chinese, cause we smoking sour diesel
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Blunts Siamese, two of these, you be me yo
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Fuck the police though, we smoke it like it's legal
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[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
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Juicy Mr Young Bone, AK I'm so gone
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Hoes love me, Jerome, hoes love me, Jerome
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Sit back, get smacked, get stoned
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In the back of the back of the room
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With the mac in the back of the room, she acting get doomed
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BLAOHW, splat in the room
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Women they awful, I mean they on fours
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Call this my dumb flow, Urkle, Waldo
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Call this my purp flow, roll up the indo
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I'm here dog, whatchu here for?
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Hip-hop is dead, Zombies for prez
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Remindy, untimely, two blunts I'm Siamese
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Pussy we grind thee, sticky and grimey, wicked unchain me
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Twisted my frame be, blunt after blunt after... blunt
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So stuck so stuck off the what?
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Sticky, icky, quickly, vicky, lick me, no hickeys, gin and whiskey
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Just me and some piffy, swiftly
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[Hook x2]
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Thug Waffle
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Flatbush Zombies |