L.E.P Bogus Boys, Lupe Fiasco - Zombie Land lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[L.E.P Bogus Boys, Lupe Fiasco - Zombie Land lyrics]
If you shoot him in the arm
Bet he coming back again
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
If you want a nigga dead
Better shoot him in the head
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
Everybody tryna eat
Real hustlers don't sleep!
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
Better open up your eyes
They'll eat your ass alive!
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
Zombies need to wake up
Somebody need to shake up fuck a iron
We can save time with the staplers
Capers, burglaries
Serving these crack fiends
Talking about swapping out your work
For a flat screen
Police they roll deep, dope fiends, they OD
The? blows back-to back, funeral's are holy
No sleep insomniac but it's
A full moon tonight count Drac
They call me that cause I'm
Allergic to the light
Supposed to die from the shit
That they was shooting
Got em 20 something times man
A nigga can't be human
They hit him with a SK, surgery, X ray
Strapped a shitbag on him
Sent him home the next day
Could see it in his face
Ain't touch his dinner tray
Just in his cell pacing back
And forth in a daze
Waiting for that contraband to make
It past body scan
Can't help him: welcome to zombie land!
Can't kill me with a silver bullet
Think before you pull it
Can't stab me with a dagger
I'm in black nigga hooded good riddens
Rock-a-bye by ya baby we don't pass em out
You crazy, only way to make it here is
Human sacrifice of life, we ain't satisfied
We don't trying to rationalize
War time, shoot any cop we see, passers-by
Night of the living dead epidemic
Sell a fiend a bad rock
He try to come back and kill ya
It's alive! Young Frankenstein
See the screws in my head so
A nigga won't lose his mind
Crazy am I funny you should ask
Mummy-wrap a nigga
Now put the money in the bag
Yea, I'm coming for you homie
Hear them footsteps?
You paranoid cause ain't nobody
In your hood left
Yeah, have you ever played the Quiet Game?
Put this banger in your mouth
And swallow the entire thing!
These horror stories and tales
From the dark side you know who I is
On my gig like a hard drive
You know how I work: Voorhees every verse
Th-th-these horror stories and tales
From the Dark Side you know who I is
On my gig like a hard drive
You know how I work: Vorhees every verse
Dexter under pressure
When I'm not I'm even worse
Streets go crazy every time the moon lifts
Wolves on the prowl now
Witches on the broomsticks
You can hear em cry out
Hollers and the screams
I just sit back and smile
Call me Happy Halloween!
But no Pumpkin Head nigga
Slept on what I said
Now Fred up in bed with ya
Never been sweet, not even in my dreams
Loyalty and royalty, call me Stephen King
I mean, gave you The Cool like Fonzie
Biggie Smalls' ghost, 2Pac's zombie
Count on the cook, Moonie on the look
Hitchcock on the beat, Candyman on the hook!
Bet he coming back again
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
If you want a nigga dead
Better shoot him in the head
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
Everybody tryna eat
Real hustlers don't sleep!
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
Better open up your eyes
They'll eat your ass alive!
This is zombie land, this is zombie land
Zombies need to wake up
Somebody need to shake up fuck a iron
We can save time with the staplers
Capers, burglaries
Serving these crack fiends
Talking about swapping out your work
For a flat screen
Police they roll deep, dope fiends, they OD
The? blows back-to back, funeral's are holy
No sleep insomniac but it's
A full moon tonight count Drac
They call me that cause I'm
Allergic to the light
Supposed to die from the shit
That they was shooting
Got em 20 something times man
A nigga can't be human
They hit him with a SK, surgery, X ray
Strapped a shitbag on him
Sent him home the next day
Could see it in his face
Ain't touch his dinner tray
Just in his cell pacing back
And forth in a daze
Waiting for that contraband to make
It past body scan
Can't help him: welcome to zombie land!
Can't kill me with a silver bullet
Think before you pull it
Can't stab me with a dagger
I'm in black nigga hooded good riddens
Rock-a-bye by ya baby we don't pass em out
You crazy, only way to make it here is
Human sacrifice of life, we ain't satisfied
We don't trying to rationalize
War time, shoot any cop we see, passers-by
Night of the living dead epidemic
Sell a fiend a bad rock
He try to come back and kill ya
It's alive! Young Frankenstein
See the screws in my head so
A nigga won't lose his mind
Crazy am I funny you should ask
Mummy-wrap a nigga
Now put the money in the bag
Yea, I'm coming for you homie
Hear them footsteps?
You paranoid cause ain't nobody
In your hood left
Yeah, have you ever played the Quiet Game?
Put this banger in your mouth
And swallow the entire thing!
These horror stories and tales
From the dark side you know who I is
On my gig like a hard drive
You know how I work: Voorhees every verse
Th-th-these horror stories and tales
From the Dark Side you know who I is
On my gig like a hard drive
You know how I work: Vorhees every verse
Dexter under pressure
When I'm not I'm even worse
Streets go crazy every time the moon lifts
Wolves on the prowl now
Witches on the broomsticks
You can hear em cry out
Hollers and the screams
I just sit back and smile
Call me Happy Halloween!
But no Pumpkin Head nigga
Slept on what I said
Now Fred up in bed with ya
Never been sweet, not even in my dreams
Loyalty and royalty, call me Stephen King
I mean, gave you The Cool like Fonzie
Biggie Smalls' ghost, 2Pac's zombie
Count on the cook, Moonie on the look
Hitchcock on the beat, Candyman on the hook!