Flatbush Zombies
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Death

Death lyrics by Flatbush Zombies. Spitting shit, disfigured like ligaments Picture the making of this, my hands tied Watch the smoke flow by, by, bye-bye On...

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Death

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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)

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 o.g.'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

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 j.r

Nostrils filled with the potency of smoking kief

All the windows down so you know it's me

Bow down, my radiator hits like my amy wine vinyl, for now

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