Zombie Juice - Nephilim lyrics

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Why I feel like the past Is catching up to my a** The devil on each shoulder No halo's on my staff Your medulla may implode When I spit this venom in code When I spit this venomous flow Mind bending entity oh! My soul glowing it's gold My heart's dark and it's cold My art's a part of my soul I can't help but give yall the most Can't help but be n***as hope Can't help but rise through the smoke Can't help that my dick is big And it's in the back of her throat Break bread and make toast Raise gla** and blow smoke Kick a** like Bernie Mac And mac on with these hoes Flip packs and bust gats And live on through these quotes Too mentally unstable To be f**ing around with them labels Picture me Yakkity Yak Talking sh** at these round tables Naw son never that Less it's millies under the table I'm saving up every cent Starting our own label Serpent under the rainbow The pot of gold ends its toll Fallen angels they dangle From clouds of vapor [Hook: Meechy Darko] Money p**y and d** Be the antidepressant In pursuit of presidents You might have to keep you a Wesson Aim at heads of presidents That'll make change in a second Mother f** your reverend And all the lies that he telling [Verse 2: Juice] They say we not able Strange but peep through different angles Speak the truth cause what we plant Is all seeding for the future Probably cooler than I thought I was Probably with a fewer I'm hot b**h I ain't Nelly This ain't MIMS I'm something deadly Petty n***as y'all ain't ready The sh** I kick is heavy A felon, moving steady Ungrateful b**hes get stitches And buried 6 feet in ditches In the clouds painting pictures Sometimes I'm feeling enormous I'm bout to jump I'm feeling nauseous Close your eyes for repercussions Tried to use a gun man But the gun jammed Maybe if I won they'd probably get me Strap a gun and tell them Put one in my lung Shoot one through my heart Rip my tongue apart Never again to speak this art And I ain't got to sign a motherf**ing deal I could still f** your girl Off a blunt and some chill Smoking up them hotels Put it on my bill Sleep till next Wednesday Wake up to her grill That super stanky dank Got me high mushroom using The event of my demise I'm laughing at you rap gods spitting lies [Outro] [They're all gonna laugh at you!]