Lyrics Flatbush ZOMBiES

Flatbush ZOMBiES

Devil & Us

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]

Man I feel worthless, a good purchase

Abiding by the law, good purp and good purpose

I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is

Sweeter than the cherry of a virgin

Got me out the loop like this cursive

Eyes blink, nervous, words slur lurkin a wordsmith

And the worst is, kinda perturbed bitch

If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic

Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is

And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses

The devil tongue got me sprung through these verses

If I'm the number one somethin' gotta surface

Grade school played a fool, did the math on it

Hella blind to these hoes so I passed on it

Show them titties girls put my autograph on it

Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it

[Verse 2:]

Lyrical child of the indigo

Heathens pray to god, I'm only 'bout the literal

I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle

Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe

Time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin

One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous

Then I'm livin' proof ask Luke where the force is

Bury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous

Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit

Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins

Deep seas yuh, swimmin' with the dolphins

Back it up please proceed to move with caution

There's no facade, the zombies in the soir

Christian is the call but they never pray to god

If victory is war then we never met 'em

If you dancin' with the devil then I'm walkin' on the stars

[Verse 3: Juice]

Frog skin glasses, grippin' fat asses

My style surpasses, finger to the masses

Heron samples tryna make examples

All the wack rappers talking it tryna make examples

Young ass nigga where your money at nigga

Spit that gudda rap nigga, get ya mummy wrapped nigga

Pocket full of stones, leave blood in the floor

Blood stains on the wall blood rains in the morgue

I'm rotten, I'm stiff

Welcome to the underworld life's a bitch

A corpse, a carcass

Middle finger to the world in my new shhhh

It's grimy, it's gudda

Real shit just a bad motherfucker

Devolved, deceased

Bare arms see the [?] in belief

Bear stroll, come and walk with a beast

Drink beer so a nigga kinda slur when he speak

Requiem the dead never walks so we never in

Psilocybin high I'm on another binge

Inny mini miney mo, a lot of ya'll niggas ain't built for the throne

Quote me if I'm wrong, levelheaded, headstrong

Drink your lix of holy water to build up

Ayahuasca, Yopo, I'm so gone

My soul's worn, I'm so drawn, I'm so torn

Seize the moment seize rye seed the omen

Juice go hard, seeds are roamin'

They swear I'm on the deep end

But it all depends if they comprehend

Killa' rap shit, nick name exorcism

Protected by the gods, trill shit no religion

[Verse 4: Meech]

High beyond biblical proportions

Told a catholic priest bible paper burn awesome

Open my eyes and view the ceiling from my coffin

Why are you surprised that I paint these vivid portraits?

Staring in my vanity as I sit and plot another casualty

Higher than a meth head on a trampoline

I trample these beats like a tyrant, beast

Eats anything that bleeds, feast on the soul of these

I'm quick to tell a ho "at ease", I'm blowin' leaves

Spittin' razor blades, tongue flip, flesh lacerate

Every day is halloween, wrap you up in masking tape

Drag you to the ocean floor body wash on Jersey Shore

Now you got a situation, death is chasin' while you waitin'

I plot your fate, and politic while sharing blunts with Satan

I drink a keg of acid spit that in angels faces

See you're a mere mortal so there is no relation

On the highway to hell speedin' while I'm masturbatin'

With a thick witch, big tits, and her craft's amazin'

Make her hit this big spliffs, of the cali raisin

Don't waste a drop, she swallow when I'm ejaculating'

And I'm sittin' mean OG like I'm Papi Mason

A glass of virgin blood and about a hundred blunts

Here to bring the fall like the end of summer does

Life is a race well I already won it, cuz

Off that hundredth blunt, I'm about to hit a hundred-one