Zombies - Jehst

Heavy hitting like Kimbo Slice, precise

Like the blade that Yo Jimbo sliced

The Ginsu type

Rambo knife

Slang theory

Red-rag round my head, your clan fear me

Red-rag to a bull, don’t come near me

China shop taurus, Getting more than rawkus

I’m more like a walking thesaurus

Tyrannosaurus rex

Loose in the audience

Beats make the ornaments, fall off the mantlepiece

Dick in your mouth, with my balls on your mammaries

Smile for the camera, please say «Cheese»

I make it look easy

Moneyshots on the break-beats

Hardcore porn how I’m fucking with rap

You were trying to crossover

Now you’re stuck in the gap

My syntax like busting a gat

In a cave

You can hear the echoes resonating through the rave

Making soundwaves transform

And translate

Universal

In your boombox everday

Like Parky & Tiffany Paige

I flip the script to a different page

Dismissing a fake

Your crew’s fruitier than Christmas cake

Hollow threats

That you’re in no position to make

And right now it’s all about the Boot Crew

Tell me how do you do the voodoo that you do?

All these other dudes is doodoo

Looking like Ali G, bright yellow FUBU

I keep it tight like Yogi & Bobo

The sniper

Billy got more hits than Youtube

We’re gone worldwide

Smashing a set

My flows baptise

Splashing your head

So just hold tight

We’re back from the dead

Attack of the killer rap zombies!

You see

My art attack like Neil Buchanan

When I reveal the cannon

Like the genie and the magic lantern

Stay concealed untill it’s time to grant wishes

Death wishes, I’m Charles Bronson

You’re dead, bitches!

And that applies to both genders

Candy-rappers got hard shells and soft centres

Confectionary emcees are all Forrest Gump

Cause life’s not like a box of chocolates, chump

I’m trying to get rich like Donald Trump

But I’m looking at my crib like, what a dump

Beats got to bump

Like cars in the fairground

How many bars are prepared now?

How many stages?

I tear down rags

How many biters took a chunk out my raps?

And ain’t giving nothing back

Enough of that

Billy puff a sack of Green Crack till I’m black

With my Baron Greenbacks in a stack

It’s danger for a mouse cause I want crazy cat

Tom & Jerry shit

You got a hatchet, you better bury it

I swing tomahawk like I’m Native American

Lungs full of medicine

Chick with a bumper like gelatin

I predict something developing

We’re gone worldwide

Smashing a set

My flows baptise

Splashing your head

So just hold tight

We’re back from the dead

Attack of the killer rap zombies!