Zombies-jehst

Zombies - jehst Verse 1 Heavy hitting like Kimbo Slice Precise Like the blade that Yo Jimbo sliced ? too tight Rambo knife Slang theory Red-reg 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 f**king 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 hits than Youtube Chorus 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! X2 Verse 2 You see My art attack like Neil Buchanan When I reveal the cannon Like the genie and the magic lanten Stay concealed untill it’s time to grant wishes Death wishes I’m Charles Bronson You’re dead, b**ches! 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 guys 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 sh*t 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 Chorus 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! X2