Nephilim

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Why I feel like the past Is catching up to my ass? The devil on each shoulder, no halo's on my staff Your medulla may implode When I spit this venom in code When I spit this venomous flow Mind-bending entity, oh My soul glowing, it's gold My heart's dark and it's cold My art's a part of my soul I can't help but give y'all the most Can't help but be niggas hope Can't help but rise through the smoke Can't help that my dick is big and it's in the back of her throat Break bread and make toast Raise glass and blow smoke Kick ass like Bernie Mac and mack on with these hoes Flip packs and bust gats and live on through these quotes Too mentally unstable to be fucking around with them labels Picture me Yakkity Yak, talking shit at these round tables Nah, son, never that, less it's millies under the table I'm saving up every cent, starting our own label Serpent under the rainbow, the pot of gold ends its toll Fallen angels, they dangle from clouds of vapor [Interlude] That zombies don't recognize borders, and that a zombie invasion in the United States could easily turn into a continent-wide pandemic if it's not con— [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Money pussy and drugs be the antidepressant In pursuit of presidents, you might have to keep you a Wesson Aim at heads of presidents, that'll make change in a second Motherfuck your reverend and all the lies that he telling [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] They say we not able, strange, but peep through different angles Speak the truth 'cause what we plant is all seeding for the future Probably cooler than I thought I was, probably with a fewer I'm hot, bitch, I ain't Nelly This ain't MIMS, I'm something deadly Petty niggas, y'all ain't ready The shit I kick is heavy A felon, moving steady Ungrateful bitches get stitches And buried six feet in ditches In the clouds, painting pictures Sometimes I'm feeling enormous I'm 'bout to jump, I'm feeling nauseous Close your eyes for repercussions Tried to use a gunman But the gun jammed Maybe if I won, they'd probably get me Strap a gun and tell 'em Put one in my lung Shoot one through my heart Rip my tongue apart Never again to speak this art And I ain't got to sign a motherfucking deal I could still fuck your girl off a blunt and some chill Smoking up them hotels, put it on my bill Sleep 'til next Wednesday, wake up to her grill That super stinky dank got me high on mushroom hills In the event of my demise I'm laughing at you rap guys spitting lies [Outro] They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you They're all gonna laugh at you