Flatbush Zombies - Death lyrics

Zombie Juice
Spitting shit, disfigured like ligaments
Picture the making of this, my hands tied
Watch the smoke flow by, by, bye bye
On the porch, Newports, packs of the loud
New bitch packing the crowds
The macking spectacular
Is you fucking or nothing?
Mmm, a little sumchin
Bitch, you know I'm buzzing, bumpity bumping
Packs in the back of Mack's
Trunk and drunk and
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 'til it's do or die
Each moment's a mineral, poetry's protein
The verse is a vitamin, effects like codeine

What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)

Meechy Darko
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 and
Said Meech sip on this codeine
Wash it down with OE
Now I'm throwed up like OG's
My voice hold the beat down, it's the anchor
And my nigga stay with the
Metal like Kurt Angle
Zombies blowing up like the Boston marathon
Boom what, too soon? Opposite of late bloom
Dunk from the free throw since I
Was spewed from the womb
Survival of the fittest
I ate my twin in the womb
And due to Robin Givens
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
Execute for my grimy and my destitute

What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)

The Architect
Spit in your face at the pearly gates
At twenty-four a nigga special
Like he thirty-eight
The limerick I kick is four finger ring shit
I twist a motherfucker limbs up
Like a green spliff defying odds
No façade, man my city like Oz
So with this tree of weed I'm
Never tryna be the prize rap, produce
Half a Muse when I scribe thought
A quiet man
So if I can't stand then I'ma 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 JR nostrils filled with the potency
Of smoking kief
All the windows down so you know it's me
Bow down, my radiator hiss like
My Amy Wine vinyl, for now

What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
What you gon' do when them
Zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)