[Intro: Zombiak & Upchurch]
Tell 'em who we are
Zombiak, Arrii bitch
Yeah

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[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Ain't no one touchin' my mind state
Unexpected swag like a blind date
What I do when I mic, that's line rate
And this me goin' HAM only half baked
Half-baked for God sakes
I'm rollin' joints and I'm half awake
I don't spit on the mic, I'm creatin' lakes
Beat her to the frame and I spread her legs
Rikki Lake, shit Jerry Springer
I'm gettin' retarded like the movie Ringer
Why do I rap? I'm a shitty singer
Seen more fine MILF's than Harris Teeter
My produce aisle's got nuts and semen
Had cats and girls goin' against religion
I was the kid with the bad intentions
I been that way since best believe it
I can touch the sky, y'all barely reachin'
You can follow me like I'm steady preachin'
I'm Diablo Blanco, very sneaky
In the underground there's no barely peepin'
'Cause the underground is the under sound
And the public yeah, they barely see it
You wanna sign me, for what treat
I'll roast your ass for no damn reason
And I'll roast your ass like a damn demon
Take 2 Chainz chains and I'll fuckin' keep 'em
Put 'em on Charlotte, purchase reefer
Get high as a kite and I'm ridin' cinnamon
Can you hear me now? Yeah, I bet you can
Tell them limelight dudes I'ma take a rain check
Don't need a high feature on a motherfuckin' track
'Cause I got my own back
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[Verse 2: Zombiak]
Who do you think you are son?
Thinkin' that I'm gonna go lighter on you
A verse is for certain the bird skin breakin' through fiber and tooth
Get your wings clipped by flyin' the coop
We are ignitin' the booth
I'm tired of these snakes sidewindin'
Not one Glock it's two 9's for
Sold a parachute you like it's skydivin'
Slipped up like hiccups
The candy touch their mind frame
Sixties underrated to raise crime rate
Too many radios immitatin' Shady's flow
We disable labels by takin' the cane
We always put the RAW Smackdown
Still dope so smell what the Rock's cookin'
Picture in the shade, it's ready like Dominicans
And it depends when the ride
Rip out my venomous pen and go enterin' like robberies
Mask on, maybe they can ask who has this swag on
Ask a armless man to put his hands up
When he's bumpin' independently
And I'm gonna keep goin' in as if it's in the industry
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[Outro: Upchurch & Zombiak]
How much you like rap music?
Man it's my fuckin' soul
I rap this shit man you know what I mean
Haha
Do what you gotta do if music is what you wanna do
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
You ain't gotta have auto tunes what the fuck
What the fuck is auto tunes
I'm Arrii and I'm just dingin' this
Hahaha
How you doin'?
And that's how we get it done
What the fuck is auto tune