TtuBhole Jones - Zoning lyrics

[Verse 1: Nightmare] Oh this the cypher? Guess I gotta go in Shawn you gotta show up all of yo' kids Treat the beat like it be a sheik and k** it Keep your feet beating, keep the kia rio speeding I run this sh** tough, I snuffed the sh** up Codeine in my cup, coke fiends coming up Wrote mean words and bluffed, my speech is muffled up The leeches s**ing up my team, just pluck 'em up Drop 'em in the street and tell em toughen up But if you're tough enough to come abrupt In the group and be a son of us But are you son enough to be one of us? Dont flock with us, if you can't rock with us The pompous studs with awesome cuffs The socks are tucked in jawdon dunks Our co*ks are fluffed with daughter's muff Busting out our seams, too much cussing Know it seems abrubt, hussies on the scene with bu*ts Fiending for the D of us, our seeds and love Deceive enough, the Z is what? Believe it's us [Verse 2: Ascetic (As Trey)] Z.E.N.U.W.A.F.U Z.E.N.U, what the f** it is to you? Cause it seems to me, that you're a loon A f**ing bafoon, go get your self caught in a ZENsoon How you gonna go on with ya life not realizing that ZEN is life f**in' 'round with b**hes, right Throwin away my gay a** plights Now my sh**'s gettin' tight Gotta fight for my spot on the mic Going crazy in the lime light, dancing like a snakes about to strike my ankles I got a nice bangle on my waistline b**h, what you talkin' 'bout? I'm not wasting time In fact I'm doing just fine Mind the capacity you see isn't the fullest as it seems Chill with the team, get dazed in a daydream Uh, you know how it's going down ZEN boys 'bout to hit the motherf**in' town in a whip that's all painted brown That's a Rolls Royce, sh**'s lookin' mint, sh**'s lookin' noice sh**'s lookin toight as a motherf**ing tiger Do I wanna b**h? Yeah sure? Keep her for a while and please her? Yes sir Don't gotta pretend with ZEN We're the coolest egg from the hen In the chicken coop, your b**h looks like Meryl Stroop Looks like she's taking a poop 24/7 Stop by 7/11 to get some lemon Flavored blunt wraps Smoke a chap and thats a wrap, ZEN gang is where it's at [Verse 3: BOTHERED] This epidemically medically headed gent is retchin' impeccably aggressive specks with intent Of presenting my dementia, chew through the placenta just to get to the end of my sane ropes At the end of the main road there ain't no rainbows Take the monochromatic back alley and shove my plain old lifestyle down your shaved throat Seems it's the diced pair Trey and BOTHERED that give nightmares like tainted blotter Gettin' icy stares from slightly scared toddlers lodged with an*s thermometers That's a euphemism roostin' little babies that got bu*thurt Like I didn't use enough lubricant and the booty was a bit rough on the rubber Bouncin' em off of me and Shawn stuck it all to you like glue, son Got some f**in' problems go solve 'em or call Houston Honestly don't wanna hear ya lips flap with the blabberin' Won't keep findin' peace of mind until I stab the dagger in And even then when ya screamin' ends odds are I won't be feelin' content Cause evil seeps into the cerebral stem whether you're peaceful peeps or the team of ZEN Them f*g regals spend time sudsy in the bath cleanin' when Im muddy, bloody and detached like trenches or flashbacks from Iwo Jima men The cash I illegally spent was enough to pronounce me legally dead Promise you f**ers you won't be too astounded when seein' me again