Lyrics
I’m getting high so I can laugh at da murda show
I’m off a fifth Elijah Craig, got me slurrin’ hoe
That nigga try to show his ass, he the first to go
It’s time to show y’all once again Zombie perfect, hoe
I stomp on his neck and his dome
And I rip out his skeleton just to make sho’
That that nigga will never step up to the dead
And the almighty cult of the 4
I’m with all of my killas we havin a blast
My dead at yo throat wit the scope
Just to see if I bleed cut myself with the glass,
I don’t have a pulse that’s fasho
Mo murda mo murda the Don of the Deadest, you heard ‘em
No mercy for certain, I’m put on this dirt just to hurt em
For blood I’ve been lurkin, my silhouette on yo curtains
Contaminating the churches I’m callous with crosses burning
Crooked motherfucker with a triple eyed skull on his chest
Eyes bloodshot, never had no rest
Only tryna feast on brains
Half-decayed, half-remains at the grave
Undead, back today, arachnids spray and scatter in and through
Dead Fourever never settle for no lesser you know what it do
(This is a DJ ZJ Dead Giveaway)
(You and your friends are dead!)
(C-C-Cult shit, you stupid bitch)