[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
I blink twice ’til my eyes close on my face
Deep breaths, struggling to reach home base
Awkward n***a, motherf**er, 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 Parliament 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** money, f** friends, f** family
f** p**y, f** d**, f** sanity
I don’t give a sh**, why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right
f** the law, f** the president and White House
f** the jury, f** the judge in the nightgown
I don’t give a sh**, why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Sit back and analyze my life like Montana did white
All the b**hes I hit, and all the b**hes I might
Clearly underrated amongst all the favorite
But f** it, my style’s like Magic Speed Seduction
I’ma keep smoking ’til my lungs collapse
And f** y’all laws, I’ma keep my straps
Setting the plans, controlling mine and reaching the land
I’m better off dead, somebody fill my head up with lead
Dropped out of high school, lint in my pocket
I picked up the profit, the block b**hing, b**hes is hawking
Grandma don’t want me, Grandpa kinda lonely
Pay my dues, wear my j**els, refuse, never I lose
But f** that, on my last dollar and my bus pa**
f**ing with some n***as that’ll give a mother f**
Who f**ing with us? No one f**ing with us, time to reconsider
Zombie gang, walking dead, none iller
[Hook: Meechy Darko]
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
f** your faculty, your fans, and your music
f** the engineer and the n***a that produced it
f** your religion, your god, and your guidance
Tell Virgin Mary time for Meech to pop that hymen
f** the moon, f** the stars, f** Venus and Mars
f** a Rolex and diamond ring with them flashy cars
f** the last supper, f** your church and its gospel
f** them halfway dead n***as in the hospital
f** my left lung, f** my right lung
f** my chrome gun, f** my black gun
f** f** f** f** f**
Drop five bombs, f** that I’m on
Like the mic I record with, f** global warming
f** heaven and hell, purgatory
f** the pastor, f** you for giving him offering
f**ing exhausted from all these f**s
I’m f**ing off this n***a, what the f**
[Hook: Meechy Darko]