Lyrics

Um alright There's nothing else its just me saying alright STAY AWAY FROM MY VODKA You a zombie pop yo head like a balloon bitch Snap of a photo of all the gore Stanley Kurbrick Didn't pass the test no you did not meet the rubric Fuck a square dance goin higher bitch be cubic Fuck around get stomped i got my fucking cleat This a test not a bitch so you know i'm boutta cheat Let a nigga overheat Finna grab that ice sheet Got yo girl in my lap and she goblin my meat meat meat meat meat No retreat Yea she swallowing my skeet Yea she calling me a zombie for the brain I just received Hmm Among us on that 3DS Blonde hair like i'm Johnny Test You bitches stay mad need some relevance Ay Eat Eat Eat On my meat Bon appetite this bitch spitting on my D While loving me With a zombie She bombing like kama kama kazi She a wannabe Guzzlin' on my Dick wait hold up Ay Pull up on yo block with a motherfucking raygun Pop him like a zombie since he always wanna say sum Boy you ain't from Nuketown we knew you came from Spinning the mystery box I knife it for that ray gun Pull up on yo block got that motherfucking raygun Pop him like a zombie since he always wanna say sum Boy you ain't from Nuketown we knew you came from Spinning the mystery box I knife it for that ray gun Ay I'm too green in this booth these niggas call me HI-C Got the smoke clearing up but i still cannot see Loud pack too strong my gas can rival nazis Load up black ops with the boys we playing zombies Meow meow on a nigga call me Gary Pussy boy won't try me we all know he scary That scientist nigga he got beat up by Perry I'm lifting all these weights bitch im living like Larry Jacked off on a cracker then i ate it Forgot her birthday so its happy belated I'm just saying I'm just saying boy we praying on your downfall Bitch was a marine so i ate her at that chow hall And that bitch was a marine Eating on my dick and on the legs in between Chow mein Chinese on this penis and she sucking it Got the glock cock she can suck then its psycho bitch Ay Pull up on yo block got that motherfucking raygun Pop him like a zombie since he always wanna say sum Boy you ain't from Nuketown we knew you came from Spinning the mystery box I knife it for that ray gun Pull up on yo block got that motherfucking raygun Pop him like a zombie since he always wanna say sum Boy you ain't from Nuketown we knew you came from Spinning the mystery box I knife it for the ray gun
Writer(s): Deandre P Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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