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flatbush zombies - bliss كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: erick arc elliot]
i blink twice ’til my eyes close on my face
deep breaths, struggling to reach home base
awkward n-gg-, mother f-cker this is a race
god made me great, so i been invisible to hate
partly humane, part of the same, part of the game
used to smoke a parliment before i partied with my pain
and bacardi was the same, 151 to your brain
but i’d rather beg my pardon than to party with you lames

[hook: meechy darko]
f-ck money, f-ck friends, f-ck family
f-ck p-ssy, f-ck drugs, f-ck sanity
i don’t give a sh-t, why?
cause ignorance is bliss, right
f-ck the law, f-ck the president and white house
f-ck the jury, f-ck the judge in the nightgown
i don’t give a sh-t, why?
cause ignorance is bliss, right

[verse 2: zombie juice]
sit back and -n-lyze my life like montana did white
all the b-tches i hit, and all the b-tches i might
clearly underrated amongst all the favorite
but f-ck it, my styles like (?)
i’mma keep smoking ’til my lungs collapse
and f-ck y’all laws, i’mma keep my straps
(?)
i’m better off dead, somebody fill my head up with lead
dropped outta high school, lint in my pocket
i picked up the profit, the block b-tchin, b-tches is hawkin’
grandma don’t want me, grandpa kinda lonely
pay my dues, wear my jewels, refuse, never i lose
f-ck that, on my last dollar and my bus p-ss
f-ckin’ with some n-gg-s that’ll give a mother f-ck
who f-ckin with us? no one f-ckin with us, time to reconsider
zombie gang, walking dead, none iller

[hook]

[verse 3: meechy darko]
f-ck your faculty, your fans, and your music
f-ck the engineer, and the n-gg- that produced it
f-ck your religion, your god, and your guidance
tell virgin mary time for meech to pop that hymen
f-ck the moon, f-ck the stars, f-ck venus and mars
f-ck a rolex and diamond ring with them flashy cars
f-ck the last supper, f-ck your church and it’s gospel
f-ck them halfway dead n-gg-s in the hospital
f-ck my left lung, f-ck my right lung
f-ck my chrome gun, f-ck my black gun
f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck
drop five bombs, f-ck that i’m on
like the mic i record with, f-ck global warming
f-ck heaven and h-ll, purgatory
f-ck the pastor, f-ck you for giving him offering
f-ckin’ exhausted from all these f-cks
i’m f-ckin’ off this n-gg-, what the f-ck

[hook]

- flatbush zombies

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