Текст песни Zombie - feat. Tech N9ne & Brotha Lynch Hung - Brotha Lynch Hung , E-40 , Tech N9ne

If you're a zombie
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul, or fiend Lynch, E-40
It's that season of the sickness your witnessing nigga sittin spin
I'mma get you addicted when I spit shit, venomous shit, shit again
Shit so much I gotta go to Costco to get my toilet paper
Hit so much, spit so much, grip the pistol up, I'm a skitzo nut
Zeppo rape or keep her safe or he could take her
Chill pill, real deal, kill bill
I might be sick, but that ain't the reason that I still spit real ill
Niggas ain't got no lyrics when I hear it I'm like, "What's up with that?"
Everybody wanna copy me, so I'm choppin em up leave rotten meat
I'mma be drama free like my momma be
Suicide before I let a nigga ride on me, that ain't comedy
I don't get, I don't have to get it
Mini AK, I call him midget
And he got a sister heatin' em up makin his skin blister
I'm a monster you're a zombie
I'm lookin' out the window and it's thundering and lightning
2 in the afternoon the sky is black and it's frightening
They're howling, lurking and prowling, growling
Back we're smiling, crowding, around my place
Gimme 40 feed and a house of space
Before I bust you in the face
Witch thumper, thumper
Pack 3 guns like a hunter, hunter
Kick a nigga ass like a putter, putter
Beat a muthafucka like a drummer, drummer
Base play crazy half a hate a hazy
Floor game like the Gracie's
I'm a monster, I'm a fiend on the microphone
Welcome into my twilight zone, play me foul get tombstoned
Send you da hell where you belong
Gonna wish ya had a muthafuckin snow cone, no coat on
I got the wickedest flow
Serve a muthafucka take out to go
Send a hubba head to a sucka front door
Lynch and 40 water Nina in this ho
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend
If you're a zombie see your lovin' every way Tech, Lynch and 40 sing
See ya gotta be conscious of what it means
Then I know that your ready for what it brings
Do you know what I mean when I say Caribou Lou
Then your tellin' me Tech Nina go ahead and do you
Do ya never get enough of Nina and you listen when you with the crew
KCT you knowin' just what it do
Your ass probably startin' to moshpit
Lovin' every minute of bangin' this boss shit
You throwin' up your set around all cliques
You never wanna be hangin' with a soft bitch
You know who you are muthafuckas