Lyrics The Walking Dead - Ruste Juxx, The Arcitype

The Walking Dead

It’s alive
The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist
Killer cartel rule the land with an iron fist
Ruste Juxx I be spitting that
Body ill rapper, hommie watch who you gettin' at
Rap, the bold cat snap back
I hit you with a bat 'til you cap snap back
Fusion, knocking on them pearl gates
I’m organizing late, tune moves and early waits
For any high stepper tryin' to dance with the devil
Grave digger, stand over your corpse with a shovel
Dropping dirt on it, filling up and then unmount it
Building something on the lance, and now I gotta dig a mountain
Hood fella', I run for dinero
Too many lives lost for tryin' to be a hero
My patience is 0, I’m keepin' it a hundred
Everytime I have a fight in my life I never fronted
(Hook x2)
I’m the illest man walking
Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop
Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping
Gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bump in the night fool you scared
(Verse)
I spit a murder verse scary as I
The 31st house keepers street
We been enduring my dirty work
Marijuana spark up, playing that drum like Travis Barker
Fam' I will valet park ya
Take your keys and get that cake before you leave
Gun talk shooting the breeze,
I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred MC’s
Heart in below, wanna spit the summer decrease
That mac wind made his hat spin
This is there’s a million mad men in my trash bin
So when I bucket you fast I say calm your friend lying
I call it muscle relaxer
There’s also violence in silence
We all get sleep, me home, you six feet deep
We all know a heavy hitter, who ever want it
Everytime I step to the plate, I never bun it
(Hook x2)
I’m the illest man walking
Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop
Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping
Gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bump in the night fool you scared
(Verse)
I’m a product of the projects, a menace to society
My conscience states pride, always put my greed pitch violently
Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back
Take em where I wanna take homie, I’m a scumbag
So disrespect, I know my parents taught me better than that
Buck up and keep me from my felony rap
Not talk about music that’s just felony rhyme
We stroll hard with the uzzi intercept the economy
Touch down, get down clown catch the ground
And I’m too broke to own a silencer homie this is loud
Matter of fact, definitly, make your ears ring
Crazy you can get shot and not feeling at first
It’s a weird thing pass out, wake up in the emergency room
With people you never met before nursing your wounds
Your little sister crying, doctors up and inserting the tube in your throat
Oh well nothing personal dude, illest to realest
(Hook x2)
I’m the illest man walking
Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop
Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping
Gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bump in the night fool you scared