Mraz Lyrics - Singles - Flatbush Zombies

What the bloodclot? Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne Carter 

With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Poppa 

Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley 

Throw 'em all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get 

And imagine that like a figment 

I'm a walking talking enigma 

Something you never figure 

I am like Randy Savage on acid 

That's very vibrant and classic 

A walking disaster hazard to any rapper 

That's rappin, we the underground killas 

But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling 

This guru spit voodoo yes 

I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts 

She swallowing all my children (Ha!) 

Rack in my mouth teeth made of gold 

I'm sucking the areolas my nigga the best of both 

Double entendre 

And if they auctioning niggas then I'm the top product 

What am I saying they used to auction our forefathers 

Where is my mind shit I can't find it 

Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana 

How is he so niggerish yet so enlightened 

It can't be possible he livin' everything he rhymin' 

I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing 

Related 

18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

Broke niggas only make jokes niggas 

I made more than I can fit in this quote nigga 

Quote nigga, we the hope nigga 

Flatbush Zombie muthafucka, we the hope nigga 

Hope Nigga, hope Nigga 

Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga 

Hope Nigga, hope Nigga 

Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga 

I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits 

And I never see my nemesis but I'm working on my penmanship 

I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning 

If I'm talking shit, shit man I'm only kidding 

Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere 

2012 is here still a different kind of fear 

It's material and I ain't talkin fashion 

Believe in what you want cause no one knows to seem what happens 

Ya bastards 

Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil 

Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people 

Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind 

I already got your heart, girl I wanna fuck your mind 

But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard 

I never drop the acid, bruh I'm trippy as fuck 

Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up 

So cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman 

Photos 

Cruising down the street, ain't got a 6-4 

Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold 

Corny baby mama knocking at my front do' 

She just want my (income), I'd rather get my (dick sucked) 

I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt me 

Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly 

Smashing bitches in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me 

Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent cuz 

Having visions of Mason Betha coming back 

Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan 

Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap 

I call it food for the savoring 

What's your craving, Na-not for paparazzi the most 

Incredible dope, feta, cheddar the revenue 

Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the revenue 

Love my medical hating niggas disguised as friends 

I see the lies, wannabes, little G's 

Peep A-P-C's, I'm a G-O-D 

Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y 

It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Z's, please 

I got the scoop, ain't that about a bitch 

Take a flick with the microphone ripper, grave digger 

Hairy black ball nigga - sicker than your average 

Twisting dank, fucking hoes on the kitchen sank 

What you thank?