pitchfork's selector
flatbush zombies
he go first i go second he third
what's the word what's the word
zombie gang in this bitch you heard
he go first i go second he go third
what's the word what's the word. overload i'm over bump
time to get this paper huh
or dmx in belly i'm still smooth though
rick rude ho never played the food row
psychedelic renegade higher than the other day
free your mind or get trapped in yesterday
eyes low huh so tell me what you wanna do
og puffer but nigga i will not lose
i tok a lot i smoke a lot
i'm cliche but this is my forte
we stay strapped and i'm packing like green bay
i'm a monster no kanye required
i'm track 17 i'm suicidal
ran out of dutches so we used paper out the bible
smoking exotic piff with an exotic bitch
pussy wet watch it drip the high life i'm living
it ain't sinning if you winning
everyday it's sour blunts
scaliness women true talk
hunting money is my favorite sport
i walk the walk and pussy is something i never bought
i need a bad bitch with really good features
cause we too high up you never ever reach us
nose bleed sex i fuck her in the bleachers
i know you like them chink eyes thick thighs
shirley temple weave hair look like curly fries
i got real nigga features
who needs a diamond ring when there's crystals on the reefer
the little leech bleeding all in the sheets
mission complete hit it once in a week i'm so deep
your the best i have ever seen you where everything
my jealously was embarrassing
24 is another war i am sore from
awesome store fronts sacks always law sarong
come and lace my jordan's
we can take you enjoyed sun
she is blowing on my johnson
hash and weed inside the mixing jar
hit me with the text for the sex
when i leave alone and i replie back
juciey we trippe fuck a piss test
want more lsd on the drums
say burning the weed in here
you little league smoking bush weed
no comparing noting the same
compare to the shit in my veins