Inf/Beams - Flatbush Zombies

Money can’t buy happiness, dummy, it is happiness

Trap house, got work in them kitchen cabinets

Weed in them tablets, codeine and aspirin

Basking in the ambience while I’m on the Ambien

Collider pins, gold mouth Meechy, million dollar grin

Mescaline, psychedelic, failing with the sentencing

For beating up the beat, and his tongue be his weaponry

Good aim, I’ll blow a nigga’s brain, J.F. Kennedy

Mind frame on the damn back seat of his Bentley

I’m hard to tame, that’s why I’m in leopard print every day

You ain’t 'bout that life, so it’s best you never try, dog

I ain’t scared of death, that’s 'cause I already died, dog

Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog

Motherfuck the Feds, dirty money we divide, dog

Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog

Freaky bitch with me, man — she’ll probably lick my eyeballs

Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers

Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato

Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers

Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato

Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers

Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato

Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers

Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato

Smokin' GDP, mixed with some Chocolope

Hash in the bowl, that super-duper stinky flow

Juicy be the name, gettin' brain, that’s a zombie’s fault

Flatbush nigga, Walking Dead, that’s a killer flow

Smith &Wesson, catchin' wreck in your confession

Want the safe, and the stash, and the ma’fuckin' weapons

Too much Hen, now Juice is goin' in

Off tops, fuck cops, we hot, you not

That’s why they honoring

I’ve only been around for a second, but I’m killin' it

Not rest for the wicked, niggas stay lifted, high-class livin'

Put the biscuit straight to your bitch lips

She gon' kiss it, I am pimpin'

My.44's my bulldog — my dog shoots niggas' ears off

My full mask and my AK — tear a nigga out his Chevrolet

My terrier’s my.22, just for the litte-ass bitch in you

Two shots for my niggas on the block

Said he feelin' myself, and I ain’t gotta see 'em hot

Outlaw, bumpin' Tupac…

Outlaw, bumpin' Tupac…

I am the one to follow, I am the role model

All my tips is hollow, all my clips extended

All my whips is polished, all my teeth is gold

All my bitches models

All in all I’m all for the onslaught of all of y’all

So all aboard everyone

Awful that I must perform a Holocaust

And offer off the souls of those to get a simple point across

A cross cannot deport ya from the torture or this scorcher

You will not refuse this offer

Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer

Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer