| Heavy hitting like Kimbo Slice, precise
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| Like the blade that Yo Jimbo sliced
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| The Ginsu type
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| Rambo knife
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| Slang theory
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| Red-rag round my head, your clan fear me
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| Red-rag to a bull, don’t come near me
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| China shop taurus, Getting more than rawkus
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| I’m more like a walking thesaurus
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| Tyrannosaurus rex
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| Loose in the audience
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| Beats make the ornaments, fall off the mantlepiece
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| Dick in your mouth, with my balls on your mammaries
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| Smile for the camera, please say «Cheese»
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| I make it look easy
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| Moneyshots on the break-beats
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| Hardcore porn how I’m fucking with rap
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| You were trying to crossover
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| Now you’re stuck in the gap
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| My syntax like busting a gat
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| In a cave
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| You can hear the echoes resonating through the rave
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| Making soundwaves transform
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| And translate
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| Universal
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| In your boombox everday
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| Like Parky & Tiffany Paige
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| I flip the script to a different page
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| Dismissing a fake
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| Your crew’s fruitier than Christmas cake
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| Hollow threats
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| That you’re in no position to make
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| And right now it’s all about the Boot Crew
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| Tell me how do you do the voodoo that you do?
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| All these other dudes is doodoo
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| Looking like Ali G, bright yellow FUBU
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| I keep it tight like Yogi & Bobo
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| The sniper
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| Billy got more hits than Youtube
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| We’re gone worldwide
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| Smashing a set
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| My flows baptise
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| Splashing your head
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| So just hold tight
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| We’re back from the dead
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| Attack of the killer rap zombies!
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| You see
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| My art attack like Neil Buchanan
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| When I reveal the cannon
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| Like the genie and the magic lantern
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| Stay concealed untill it’s time to grant wishes
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| Death wishes, I’m Charles Bronson
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| You’re dead, bitches!
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| And that applies to both genders
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| Candy-rappers got hard shells and soft centres
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| Confectionary emcees are all Forrest Gump
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| Cause life’s not like a box of chocolates, chump
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| I’m trying to get rich like Donald Trump
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| But I’m looking at my crib like, what a dump
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| Beats got to bump
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| Like cars in the fairground
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| How many bars are prepared now?
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| How many stages?
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| I tear down rags
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| How many biters took a chunk out my raps?
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| And ain’t giving nothing back
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| Enough of that
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| Billy puff a sack of Green Crack till I’m black
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| With my Baron Greenbacks in a stack
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| It’s danger for a mouse cause I want crazy cat
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| Tom & Jerry shit
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| You got a hatchet, you better bury it
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| I swing tomahawk like I’m Native American
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| Lungs full of medicine
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| Chick with a bumper like gelatin
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| I predict something developing
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| We’re gone worldwide
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| Smashing a set
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| My flows baptise
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| Splashing your head
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| So just hold tight
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| We’re back from the dead
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| Attack of the killer rap zombies! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zombies , by - Jehst. Song from the album The Dragon of an Ordinary Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп