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flatbush zombies - devil & us lyrics

[hook: sample]

[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, n0body 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 b-tch
if you ain’t talking ’bout money i’m allergic
six feet deep n-gga where the dirt is
and bad b-tches 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
h-lla blind to these hoes so i p-ssed on it
show them t-tties girls put my autograph on it
broken dreams dog, rappin’ with a cast on it
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 is the squad
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

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[verse 2: juice]
frog skin gl-sses, grippin’ fat -sses
my style surp-sses, finger to the m-sses
heron samples tryna make examples
all the wack rappers talking it tryna make examples
young -ss n-gga where your money at n-gga
spit that gudda rap n-gga, get ya mummy wrapped n-gga
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 b-tch
a corpse, a carc-ss
middle finger to the world in my new shhhh
it’s grimy, it’s gudda
real sh-t just a bad motherf-cker
devolved, deceased
bare arms see the ? in belief
bear stroll, come and walk with a beast
drink beer so a n-gga 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 n-ggas 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 so hard, ceaser, roman
they swear i’m on the deep end
but it all depends if they comprehend
k!lla’ rap sh-t, nick name exorcism
protected by the gods, trill sh-t no religion

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[verse 3: 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 sh0r-
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 h-ll speedin’ while i’m m-st-rbatin’
with a thick witch, big t-ts, 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 ej-cul-ting’
and i’m sittin’ mean og like i’m papi mason
a gl-ss 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

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