MRAZ (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) - Flatbush Zombies What the bloodclot? Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne Carter With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Poppa Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley Throw 'em all in a blender and I'm what the ***** you get And imagine that like a figment I'm a walking talking enigma Something you never figure I am like Randy Savage on acid That's very vibrant and classic A walking disaster hazard to any rapper That’s rappin, we the underground killas But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling This guru spit voodoo yes I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts She swallowing all my children (Ha!) Rack in my mouth teeth made of gold I'm sucking the areolas my ni**a the best of both Double entendre And if they auctioning niggas then I'm the top product What am I saying they used to auction our forefathers Where is my mind **** I can't find it Like looking for remote control after smoking ********* How is he so niggerish yet so enlightened It can't be possible he livin' everything he rhymin' I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing Broke niggas only make jokes niggas I made more than I can fit in this quote ni**a Quote ni**a, we the hope ni**a Flatbush Zombie mutha******, we the hope ni**a Hope Ni**a, hope Ni**a Flatbush Zombie mutha****** we the hope ni**a Hope Ni**a, hope Ni**a Flatbush Zombie mutha****** we the hope ni**a I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits And I never see my nemesis but I'm working on my penmanship I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning If I'm talking ****, **** man I'm only kidding Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere 2012 is here still a different kind of fear It's material and I ain't talkin fashion Believe in what you want cause no one knows to seem what happens Ya bastards Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind I already got your heart, girl I wanna ***** your mind But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard I never drop the acid, bruh I'm trippy as ***** Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up So cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman [Hook Cruising down the street, ain't got a 6-4 Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold Corny baby mama knocking at my front do' She just want my (income), I'd rather get my (**** sucked) I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt me Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly Smashing ******* in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent cuz Having visions of Mason Betha coming back Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap I call it food for the savoring What's your craving, Na-not for paparazzi the most Incredible ****, feta, cheddar the revenue Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the revenue Love my medical hating niggas disguised as friends I see the lies, wannabes, little G's Peep A-P-C's, I'm a G-O-D Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Z's, please I got the scoop, ain't that about a ***** Take a flick with the microphone ripper, grave digger Hairy black ball ni**a - sicker than your average Twisting dank, ******** hoes on the kitchen sank What you thank? [Hook