Zombie Juice - Chuch lyrics

[Produced by Erick Arc Elliott] [Verse 1: Juice] Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he gone in Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens Never been akin to these lame rappers, they sh** is weak And f** who you pretend to be, I'm tryna be the bigger me Body the industry, f** all my enemies Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip There's rules to the game, ho n***a get hip Hip hip, like that sh** that I'm spittin And I'm on my sh**, bruh Tryna get advances and mansions Whole family like Manson Eating rappers like panson The truth, I'm the answer The proof in the pudding Real n***as saluting, they shooting They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one We outta heat, what the f** you think I do this for? The big three and every day it's like I f**in' ball Protect your neck and guard your grill, man Wall off the, yeah I'm synced that means my sh** is awesome Never cared though so f**, f** your opinion Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics Ain't sh** change, just the numbers on the cane Got them 47's, eight .9 Glocks, mac-11's Thirty eight .38's, do you get the message? [Verse 2: Meech] They talking but I don't hear it f** in my fear, and f** the other rappers you comparing This sh** hip with fear and any n***a you think can't even come near it These n***as finicky, they think we gimmicky cause at first our sh** was a banger And we infiltrated the industry, it's funny cause eventually They understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entity Comes from a different fiber, generate radiant energy Myself in five years, that's the only one ahead of me I'm from the Mecca, New York, New York Named it twice, cause we f**ing beasts Zombie gang, walking dead, no man alive Can't f** with thee, ya'll n***as got some nerve We did in a week what you couldn't do in some years n***a you ain't learn, I'll make you bite the curb Get it? Learning curb, amazing with these words Already got mine, but n***a I'm taking yours Growing pains, I never felt sh** I been numb since I was young, the chosen one Deborah's only son, 1989 she gave birth to a loaded gun I know I'm blunt, speaking of blunt, I roll it up and smoke it Some say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hidden I bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you Proof is in heaven Life's a matter of preference, who's to say that hell isn't heaven? Annually, I dwell in thought darker than the other side of the spectrum Damn, Arc, give me a second, a milisecond, f** it, we're never stressing