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Oh, shit. My bones are aching
And I'll strive the make the living like me
They'll atone for their sins by my hand
The living are merely zombies
(Nigga) we clean the hood with a broom
We'll have his ass dead by noon
You said it's smoke well cool cool cool
We walk like sum zombies and finish his ass
They say I'm going crazy, that I've been lyin'
But I'm just terror-stricken, by the thrill inside me
Every time I turn around, they're creeping up
whose life
is like thriller.
Zombies, not undead,
but only be animated
By papers. Capable to
breathe with stolen vegetables
Collected from hands with
dirt
Hate the fifties love the dubs and the hundreds
I turnt myself up they think I came from money
Trap look like Black Ops all these gotdamn zombies
me But I know she love the smell
Came from them mud I ain't never had nobody Did it by myself and this music was a hobby
Haters try to stop me, I'ma
of scorn cadavers rise
Angered fury in their eyes
Solemn rage, a need to kill
Feasting on holy hordes
Evil curse is carried forth zombies rage
Burning
this
Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Raris
Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies
Check books, laptops, long knife, fat Glock
Trap full of them Glocks,
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (zombies)
Miss
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
Hey what is up guys, it's your boy Johny here, and welcome to
My new album, Positive Optimus
So, it is currently 11:53 PM right now, December 31st,
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
is our earning
See us in the labs
Torturing the rats
Feed em to the snakes
Now your soul is trapped
Hear the hidden sound
Zombies bring you down
Once
to disguise myself
Just incase the FBI thinks that i am someone else
On the brink I'm sick I think I might go seek some mental help
Hanging by a belt above
disco heaven
(From disco hell)
I'm surrounded by zombies every single day
They're always shuffling around, but they seem okay
They never dance in
I just have a quick look at this face with these weary eyes
No wonder when you're walking by the devil's side, life just fades away
Upside down
Another rainy day with you
And we're stuck inside
But there's so many things we could do
To make the time go by
So if you'd like I can pour us some
Lambos and Raris
I just wanna trade the cold concrete for palm trees
Why you think I'm turning all these feens into zombies
Gotta feed the team gotta
at an end
With you by my side
Our love will survive
We'll be together every day
Till zombies eat our flesh
Po o ka poe make ola
Po o ka poe make ola
With you
Killin' for the chains and a pack of clothes
Zombies walk outside, you aint see what i saw
Tear off all the differences with their own teeth
Trying
die AMGs
Sind die Zombies unterwegs, dann ist Fright Night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sie legt's drauf an und sie zeigt den Booty
Fresse weit auf (wouh),
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