Your a zombie,
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend,
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Lynch, E-40,
It's that season of the sickness your witnessing n**** sittin spin,
Ima get you addicted when I spit s*** venomous s***, s*** again,
s*** so much I gotta go to Costco to get my toilet paper,
Hit so much, spit so much wit 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'm might be sick,
But that ain't the reason that i still spit real ill, n***** 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,
(Your a zombie)
Ima be drama free like my momma be,
Supersize before I let a n**** ride on me, that ain't comedy,
I don't get, I don't have to get it,
Mini AK, I call him midget,
An he got a sister heatin em up makin his skin blister,
I'm a monster your a zombie.
Your a zombie,
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend.
(E-40)
I'm lookin out the window when it's thundering and lighting in 2 in the afternoon the sky is black and it's frightening,
There howling, looking n prowling, growling,
Back we're smiling, crowding,
Around my place,
Gimme 40 feed and a house of s***e,
Before I bust you in the face,
Witch thumper, thumper,
Pack 3 guns like a hunter, hunter,
Kick a n**** a** like a putter, putter,
Beat a m****f**** like a drummer, drummer,
Base play crazy half a hate a hazy,
4 game like the Gracie's,
I a monster, Ima fiend on the microphone,
Walk into my twilight zone,
Play me foul get tombstoned,
Send you da hell where you belong,
Gonna wish ya had a m****f***in snow cone, no coat on,
I got the wickedest flow,
Serve a m****f**** take out to go,
Send a hammerhead to a sucka front door, less ya woody wanna nina in this hoe.
Your a zombie,
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend.
(Tech N9ne)
If your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend,
If your 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 know and just what it do,
Your a** probly startin to moshpit,
Lovin every minute of bangin this boss s***,
You throwin up your set around all cliques,
You never wanna be hangin wit a soft b****,
You know who you are m****f****s.
Your a zombie,
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend.
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend,
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Lynch, E-40,
It's that season of the sickness your witnessing n**** sittin spin,
Ima get you addicted when I spit s*** venomous s***, s*** again,
s*** so much I gotta go to Costco to get my toilet paper,
Hit so much, spit so much wit 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'm might be sick,
But that ain't the reason that i still spit real ill, n***** 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,
(Your a zombie)
Ima be drama free like my momma be,
Supersize before I let a n**** ride on me, that ain't comedy,
I don't get, I don't have to get it,
Mini AK, I call him midget,
An he got a sister heatin em up makin his skin blister,
I'm a monster your a zombie.
Your a zombie,
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend.
(E-40)
I'm lookin out the window when it's thundering and lighting in 2 in the afternoon the sky is black and it's frightening,
There howling, looking n prowling, growling,
Back we're smiling, crowding,
Around my place,
Gimme 40 feed and a house of s***e,
Before I bust you in the face,
Witch thumper, thumper,
Pack 3 guns like a hunter, hunter,
Kick a n**** a** like a putter, putter,
Beat a m****f**** like a drummer, drummer,
Base play crazy half a hate a hazy,
4 game like the Gracie's,
I a monster, Ima fiend on the microphone,
Walk into my twilight zone,
Play me foul get tombstoned,
Send you da hell where you belong,
Gonna wish ya had a m****f***in snow cone, no coat on,
I got the wickedest flow,
Serve a m****f**** take out to go,
Send a hammerhead to a sucka front door, less ya woody wanna nina in this hoe.
Your a zombie,
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend.
(Tech N9ne)
If your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend,
If your 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 know and just what it do,
Your a** probly startin to moshpit,
Lovin every minute of bangin this boss s***,
You throwin up your set around all cliques,
You never wanna be hangin wit a soft b****,
You know who you are m****f****s.
Your a zombie,
Your a zombie, monster, ghoul or fiend.