Shotty Horroh - Flesh Eating Dead Walking lyrics

Flesh eating dead walking Keep a fresh broad with her chest pressed to my s** organ f** a human being, no respect for them Show up to your funeral just to gorilla press corpses f** em all bill a zugga sh** has got me flying as if I'm trying to be Jimmy Snuka Told your b**h to give her lips a pucker Cause there's a dick to s** up I could sign a picture and slip her digits and finger f** her She knows I'm big. Shotty's notorious I k** my b**h every night kind of Oscar Pistorius Keep the lock on the door, cus I keep watching you walking in And soon I wanna meet cus I'm getting bored of this stalking sh** Standing by watching hip-hop fall to bits I nearly called it quits But I couldn't live with the thought of it All I'm seeing is floral hipsters and corny kids Plus them old f**ers still trying to spit when they're 46 Stop! Hypochondriac. f** I think my bodies stopping The lady made me start paying rent at the doctor's office You could make up an illness, I think I've probably got it Then I phone a hospital tellin' them that they've got to stop it I've proper lost it. Billing up in the poly-pocket Trying to body pop while I'm watching Madonna coffin-dodging. Shotty's on it Chilling with a b**h who's tits are as fake as the cover up of the Boston bombings I hate to stray from conversation and go off the topic But my name is Adam, I'm a Virgo and I've got some hobbies I like to look for them fat b**hes with rotten bodies Then I play bowling and watch'em chasing a chocolate orange Schizo mind, f** I'm just a wind up Pipe up at times, when I should keep mine shut Keep you're advice cus I don't give 5 f**s That's about as useful as Tulisa trying to buy d** Find me where the herbs at Filming 2 b**hes fighting, screaming out Worldstar The room goes silent when my verse starts Somebody probably went and got stamped by the 3rd bar The priest won't let me on the church yard Cus it says 666 in my birthmark I'll teach my kids to be good people, work hard And make sure they've got enough guns for when the term starts Stoner. Fire and fresh weed Drinking till I'm thinking that I'm some kind of a Jet Li See me driving round with no license riding at wreck speeds Trying to arrest the police, they keep trying to arrest me Last night a prostitute gave me head And then she took my dick, and my junks as thick as a table leg I bust my nut, and then bill my zug as I laid in bed And told I don't pay for s**, then asked her if she'll take a check