paroles de chanson Zombies - Wazinated

Yo, I'm out here to win,
Cause I handle shit with a sinister grin
In the back yard where I bury the kings
They are retards minds tied with strings
I'm the nigga still delivering quality things
I keep making records I never stop
Got medals in my closet this is my sport
I'm in the zone ride till I die and lay off a shot
I'm the Big Daddy, call me Kane cause I'm hot
I'm that typa nigga who stay calm on a riot
And keep tummy chubby whilst I'm on a diet
I'm like David with a heart of a lion
They goliath they giants all I need is one stone to deliver silence
Cause any form of violence I'm invited
This Is where I'm reliant, more blood means more sirens
Cold hearts for the ripper and more corpse for the Taker
Prepare to meet the maker yeah

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying yeah

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying yeah

Samurai ninja I chop heads and split decisions
Poetical adjustments still brings confusion
Rhetorical questions kept you amused and
All or nothing on my newer installment
Failure is no option I kept dodging
Bullets flying past on sides tissues bleed often
Stitches on the scars couldn't leave wounds open
Me and fellow comrades kept old in the modern
Since I kept hoping, keep on moving
Life is like a movie, flow with the movement
Different forms of emotions
Made us dope and they watch us morphine
They turn to zombies
Like silk worm in the cocoon,
To butterfly flew like a balloon
And blow everything in path like a typhoon
Destroy everything to dust like kaboom, yeah

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying yeah

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying yeah

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying yeah

Zombies are rising
People are crying
Cowards are running
Snitches are dying