Erick Arc Elliott - MRAZ lyrics

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] What the bloodclot? What the blood 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 f** you get And imagine that like a figment I'm a walking, talking enigma Something you never figure Ni-ni-ni-ni-n***a, I am like Randy Savage on acid That's very vibrant and cla**ic A walking disaster, hazard to any rapper That's rapping, we the underground k**as But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling This guru spit voodoo, yes I am that ma** appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts She swallowing all my children Rack in my mouth, teeth made of gold I'm s**ing the areolas, my n***a, the best of both Double entendre And if they auctioning n***as, then I'm the top product What am I saying, they used to auction our forefathers Where is my mind, sh**, I can't find it Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana How is he so n******gish, yet so enlightened It can't be possible, he living everything he rhyming I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing [Hook: Zombie Juice] Broke n***as only make jokes, n***a I made more than I can fit in this quote, n***a Quote, n***a, we the hope, n***a Flatbush Zombie, motherf**er, we the hope, n***a Hope n***a, hope n***a Flatbush Zombie, motherf**er, we the hope, n***a Hope n***a, hope n***a Flatbush Zombie, motherf**er, we the hope, n***a [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] I a**emble 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 sh**, sh**, man, I'm only kidding Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere 2012 is here and 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 ba*tards 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 f** 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 f** 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 [Hook: Zombie Juice] [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] 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 s**ed I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt me Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly Smashing b**hes in the telly, pa**ing 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 server, the Hedetet Love my medical-hating n***as disguised as friends I see the lies, wannabes, little Gs Peep the A-P-Cs, 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-Zs, please I got the scoop, ain't that about a b**h Take a flick with the microphone ripper, gravedigger Hairy black ball n***a, sicker than your average Twisting dank, f**ing hoes on the kitchen sink What you think?