Chuch

Lyrics

[Intro: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko] You know, Nick at Nite, threesome Chuch, chuch Two hoes in the middle Chuch, chuch Offerin' in the basket Chuch [Verse 1: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko] Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in (Uh-huh) Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he goin' in Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens (Lucid) Never been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weak And fuck who you pretend to be (Fuck 'em), I'm tryna be the bigger me (Bigger) Body the industry, fuck all my enemies (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip There's rules to the game, ho nigga get hip Hip hip, like that shit that I'm spittin' And I'm on my shit, bruh Tryna get advances and mansions Whole family like Manson ([?] Charlie) Eatin' rappers like panzón The truth, I'm the answer The proof in the puddin' Real niggas salutin', they shootin' They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one (One) We outta heat, what the fuck you think I do this for? The big three, and every day it's like I fuckin' ball (Playoffs) Protect your neck and guard your grill, man Wall, off the, yeah I'm synced, that means my shit is awesome Never cared though so fuck, fuck your opinion (Alright) Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics Ain't shit change, just the numbers on the cane Got them '47s, eight 9 Glocks, MAC-11s Thirty eight .38s, do you get the message? [Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice] They talkin' but I don't hear it (Nah) Fuck am I fearin'? Fuck the other rappers you comparin' (Fuck 'em) This shit hip with fear and any nigga you think can't even come near it (No) These niggas finicky, they think we gimmicky 'Cause our first shit was a banger (Bang) and we infiltrated the industry It's funny 'cause eventually They understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entity (Ghost, ghost) Cut from a different fiber, generate radiant energy Myself in five years, that's the only one ahead of me (Fuck 'em) I'm from the Mecca, B, New York, New York Named it twice, 'cause we fuckin' [?] (Brooklyn) Zombie Gang, walkin' dead, no man alive Can fuck with thee, y'all niggas got some nerve We did in a week what you couldn't do in some years Nigga, you ain't learn (Overnight), I'll make you bite the curb Get it? Learnin' curb, amazin' with these words Already got mine, but nigga, I'm takin' yours (Woo) Growing pains, I never felt Shit, I been numb since I was young, the chosen one Deborah's only son, 1989 she gave birth to a loaded gun I know I'm blunt, speakin' of blunt, I roll it up and smoke it (I'm high) Some say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hidden I bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you Proof is in Heaven Life's a matter of preference, who's to say that Hell isn't Heaven? Annually I dwell in thoughts darker than the other side of the spectrum Damn, Arc, give me a second, a millisecond Fuck it, we never stressin' [Produced by Erick Arc Elliott]