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letra de zck - isolated beingz

[intro: ruthless rob & 2-face]
yo we started reppin’ zombiez way before it was cool
now we got to take you bitin’ motherf-ckers to school
way before the bath salts, way before the walking dead
ib was in this b-tch screamin’ gimme gimme head

[verse 1: ruthless rob & 2-face]
yellin’ where my zombiez at? to the top of our lungs
that was back in ’07, now you b-tches lookin’ dumb
i oughta rip out your tongue and f-ckin’ throw it in the gutter
for being a thievin’ dirty rat b-st-rd motherf-cker
we the zombie cult kingz, wicked sh-t is what we bring
stabbin’ b-tches in the back while thеy suckin’ ding-a-lings
r-u-t-h-l-e-double s and 2-face
stay drunk and f-ckin’ high by the cеmetery gates
never fake, you better f-ckin’ ask somebody
before i get the ax and leave your ass all bl–dy
these p-ssy-ass labels too scared to sign ib
i’m dead to the world, therefore i’m a zombie

[chorus: ruthless rob & 2-face]
we the isolated beingz! zombie cult kingz!
underground phenomenons! to the wicked sh-t we bring
east coast k!llers! wicked sh-t gs!
baltimore! horrorcore! we do this sh-t with ease
[post-chorus: ruthless rob & 2-face]
zck! ib, motherf-cker!
zck! ib, ib!
zck! ib, motherf-cker!
zck! ib, ib!

[verse 2: 2-face]
when i speak, yeah, motherf-ckers listen
i got an appetite like i just got out of prison
isolated beingz, call us merle and daryl dixon
i be munching on a brain from a bl–dy, sl-tty vixen
bodies twitchin’! i’m on a mission to raise the dead
best be wishin’! because the apocalypse is up ahead
my t–th are stitched in and i got you by the neck
i keep it f-ckin’ wicked and i never show regret
this is zombieland but we ain’t searchin’ for twinkies
we takin’ no love from baltimore to helsinki
i drink blood from a cup with my pinky up
real american psycho, don’t even ask me what’s up
i’m a f-ckin’ nut with the blood on my face
don’t f-ck with us unless you want your b-tch to get raped
i’m a f-ckin’ disgrace, i’m leavin’ heroes to waste
i got your family hacked up in a crate because you wanted to hate

[verse 3: ruthless rob & 2-face]
i just f-ckin’ watched the return of the living dead
now i’m in this b-tch eatin’ raw meat and bread
you heard what i said, we the kingz of this zombie sh-t
i bring it to your house just to suck on your mommy’s d-ck
bath salt bloodbath, i’ma f-ckin’ eat that ass
this is zombie cult kingz, welcome to your aftermath
do the monster mash, we smoke that monster hash
weed so good it’ll even make a zombie laugh
’cause you’s a pickle d-ck, little punk-ass b-tch
i’m a zombie ’til i die and i’ll never f-ckin’ switch
i don’t know where i’m goin but i know where i’ve been
dragged through h-ll and f-ckin’ back again
thirty weeks later and we still reppin’ wicked sh-t
you can’t keep us out ’cause we never gonna quit
i keep it dark like the sith rappin’ with slit wrists
this is dawn of the dead, yeah, season of the sick (b-tch!)

- isolated beingz

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