[Intro]

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]

Reportin' live from hell

Hovi told you we was welcome

To sell, don't run and tell

Unless you want your heart to fail

Unless you want small with the real potato cutter

I peel flesh on hands and feet

And dump you in a tub of salt, sheesh

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

Smoke ya, burn up, yoga flame

Zombie motherfucker, prepare for the reign

Shreddin' through the world, slightly feel pain

Open up yo' eyes, life is just a game

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]

You don't like my music, well, I hope you fuckin' die

Grab that pistol, kiss it, put it to your temple, Chris Benoit

Kiss of death, your gum

Maricon, carry on

Lucid dream of feelin' Martin, pain smokin' Tommy Strong

My chick a gully jawn

She suck with a skully on, Olde English and Jordan 1s

Cuz, my cup done runneth off like

Red pill, blue pill, plug in, plug out

Gang yo' mouth, if shit shay, your out

[Verse 4: Zombie Juice]

We ain't at the top, but we made men

Started from the bottom, seven grams and the blank disc

My ex girl wanna fuck, but I ain't rich

I saw myself die once, what a nice trip

[Verse 5: Meechy Darko]

You say you want the highest, well, I am him

No such thing is a loss, so I reap on his grim

The demons bleed through the pen

The canvas drips from the sin

I mind bend, spit shit to make a mannequin cringe

[Verse 6: Zombie Juice]

Yeah, obnoxious like Nazis

Smack paparazzi like Kanye

Pardon my cocky, can't stop me

I'm on a million, the feeling I'm feelin', look to the ceiling

Smoke cut with the building

Buildin' a billion, fuck everyone who said that we couldn't

Dab city bitch, strollin' through your hood

Juicy long beard, stroke the kitty like I should

Scalpel, cut ya, ease ya like my dutch

Four fifth, morbid

Psychedelic, raw shit

[Outro]

Zombies exist across all cultures and mythological spectrums

And their imminent arrival is all but fortold in all the religious texts

My advice

Sharpen your sword