[Intro: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
You know, Nick at Nite, three [?]
Chuch, chuch
Two hoes in the middle
Chuch, chuch
Offerin' in the basket
Chuch

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in (Uh-huh)
Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he goin' in
Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens (Lucid)
Never been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weak
And fuck who you pretend to be (Fuck 'em), I'm tryna be the bigger me (Bigger)
Body the industry, fuck all my enemies (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
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 shit that I'm spittin'
And I'm on my shit, bruh
Tryna get advances and mansions
Whole family like Manson ([?] Charlie)
Eatin' rappers like panzón
The truth, I'm the answer
The proof in the puddin'
Real n***as salutin', they shootin'
They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one (One)
We outta heat, what the fuck you think I do this for?
The big three, and every day it's like I fuckin' ball (Playoffs)
Protect your neck and guard your grill, man
Wall, off the, yeah I'm synced, that means my shit is awesome
Never cared though so fuck, fuck your opinion (Alright)
Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics
Ain't shit change, just the numbers on the cane
Got them '47s, eight 9 Glocks, MAC-11s
Thirty eight .38s, do you get the message?
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice]
They talkin' but I don't hear it (Nah)
Fuckin' my fear and fuck the other rappers you comparin' (Fuck 'em)
This shit hip with fear and any n***a you think can't even come near it (No)
These n***as finicky, they think we gimmicky
'Cause our first shit was a banger (Bang) and we infiltrated the industry
It's funny 'cause eventually
They understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entity (Ghost, ghost)
Cut from a different fiber, generate radiant energy
Myself in five years, that's the only one ahead of me (Fuck 'em)
I'm from the Mecca, B, New York, New York
Named it twice, 'cause we fuckin' [?] (Brooklyn)
Zombie Gang, walkin' dead, no man alive
Can fuck with thee, y'all n***as got some nerve
We did in a week what you couldn't do in some years
N***a, you ain't learn (Overnight), I'll make you bite the curb
Get it? Learnin' curb, amazin' with these words
Already got mine, but n***a, I'm takin' yours (Woo)
Growing pains, I never felt
Shit, 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, speakin' of blunt, I roll it up and smoke it (I'm high)
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 thoughts darker than the other side of the spectrum
Damn, Arc, give me a second, a millisecond
Fuck it, we never stressin'
[Produced by Erick Arc Elliott]