Flatbush Zombies - Devil & Us Lyrics
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]Man I feel worthless, a good purchaseAbiding by the law, good purp and good purposeI ain't perfect, nobody on this earth isSweeter than the cherry of a virginGot me out the loop like this cursiveEyes blink, nervous, words slur lurkin a wordsmithAnd the worst is, kinda perturbed *****If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergicSix feet deep nigga where the dirt isAnd bad *****es keep them guns inside they pursesThe devil tongue got me sprung through these versesIf I'm the number one somethin' gotta surfaceGrade school played a fool, did the math on itHella blind to these hoes so I passed on itShow them titties girls put my autograph on itBroken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it[Verse 2:]Lyrical child of the indigoHeathens pray to god, I'm only 'bout the literalI can see your third eye, talk about a miracleTake a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toeTime feelin' awesome engraved in my coffinOne whiff will make you pause, make you nauseousThen I'm livin' proof ask Luke where the force isBury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeousFloorless, burn spliffs like I forfeitShut your eyes and enjoy the endorphinsDeep seas yuh, swimmin' with the dolphinsBack it up please proceed to move with cautionThere's no facade, the zombies in the soirChristian is the call but they never pray to godIf victory is war then we never met 'emIf you dancin' with the devil then I'm walkin' on the stars[Verse 3: Juice]Frog skin glasses, grippin' fat assesMy style surpasses, finger to the massesHeron samples tryna make examplesAll the wack rappers talking it tryna make examplesYoung ass nigga where your money at niggaSpit that gudda rap nigga, get ya mummy wrapped niggaPocket full of stones, leave blood in the floorBlood stains on the wall blood rains in the morgueI'm rotten, I'm stiffWelcome to the underworld life's a *****A corpse, a carcassMiddle finger to the world in my new shhhhIt's grimy, it's guddaReal shit just a bad mother*****erDevolved, deceasedBare arms see the [?] in beliefBear stroll, come and walk with a beastDrink beer so a nigga kinda slur when he speakRequiem the dead never walks so we never inPsilocybin high I'm on another bingeInny mini miney mo, a lot of ya'll niggas ain't built for the throneQuote me if I'm wrong, levelheaded, headstrongDrink your lix of holy water to build upAyahuasca, Yopo, I'm so goneMy soul's worn, I'm so drawn, I'm so tornSeize the moment seize rye seed the omenJuice go hard, seeds are roamin'They swear I'm on the deep endBut it all depends if they comprehendKilla' rap shit, nick name exorcismProtected by the gods, trill shit no religion[Verse 4: Meech]High beyond biblical proportionsTold a catholic priest bible paper burn awesomeOpen my eyes and view the ceiling from my coffinWhy are you surprised that I paint these vivid portraits?Staring in my vanity as I sit and plot another casualtyHigher than a meth head on a trampolineI trample these beats like a tyrant, beastEats anything that bleeds, feast on the soul of theseI'm quick to tell a ho "at ease", I'm blowin' leavesSpittin' razor blades, tongue flip, flesh lacerateEvery day is halloween, wrap you up in masking tapeDrag you to the ocean floor body wash on Jersey ShoreNow you got a situation, death is chasin' while you waitin'I plot your fate, and politic while sharing blunts with SatanI drink a keg of acid spit that in angels facesSee you're a mere mortal so there is no relationOn 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 raisinDon't waste a drop, she swallow when I'm ejaculating'And I'm sittin' mean OG like I'm Papi MasonA glass of virgin blood and about a hundred bluntsHere to bring the fall like the end of summer doesLife is a race well I already won it, cuzOff that hundredth blunt, I'm about to hit a hundred-one
