Jehst - Zombies lyrics
[Jehst - Zombies lyrics]
Like the blade that Yo Jimbo sliced
The Ginsu type rambo knife
Slang theory
Red rag round my head, your clan fear me
Red rag to a bull, don't come near me
China shop taurus, Getting more than rawkus
I'm more like a walking thesaurus
Tyrannosaurus rex loose in the audience
Beats make the ornaments
Fall off the mantlepiece dick in your mouth
With my balls on your mammaries
Smile for the camera, please, say "Cheese"
I make it look easy
Moneyshots on the break-beats
Hardcore porn how I'm fucking with rap
You were trying to crossover
Now you're stuck in the gap
My syntax like busting a gat in a cave
You can hear the echoes
Resonating through the rave
Making soundwaves transform and translate
Universal in your boombox everday
Like Parky & Tiffany Paige
I flip the script to a different page
Dismissing a fake
Your crew's fruitier than Christmas cake
Hollow threats
That you're in no position to make
And right now it's all about the Boot Crew
Tell me how do you do the voodoo that you do?
All these other dudes is doodoo
Looking like Ali G, bright yellow FUBU
I keep it tight like Yogi & Bobo the sniper
Billy got more hit's than Youtube
We're gone worldwide smashing a set
My flows baptise splashing your head
So just hold tight we're back from the dead
Attack of the killer rap zombies!
You see my art attack like Neil Buchanan
When I reveal the cannon
Like the genie and the magic lantern
Stay concealed untill it's time
To grant wishes
Death wishes, I'm Charles Bronson
You're dead, bitches!
And that applies to both genders
Candy rappers got hard shells
And soft centres
Confectionary emcees are all Forrest Gump
Cause life's not like a box of chocolates
Chump
I'm trying to get rich like Donald Trump
But, I'm looking at my crib like, what a dump
Beats got to bump
Like cars in the fairground
How many bars are prepared now?
How many stages? I tear down rags
How many biters took a chunk out my raps?
And ain't giving nothing back enough of that
Billy puff a sack of Green
Crack till I'm black
With my Baron Greenbacks in a stack
It's danger for a mouse cause
I want crazy cat tom & Jerry shit
You got a hatchet, you better bury it
I swing tomahawk like I'm Native American
Lungs full of medicine
Chick with a bumper like gelatin
I predict something developing
We're gone worldwide smashing a set
My flows baptise splashing your head
So just hold tight we're back from the dead
Attack of the killer rap zombies!