| We rollin' with the zombies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| D.O.D and Onyx
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| We.
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| We rollin' with the zombies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Here’s Johnny
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| Niggas wake up in Bugattis, I woke up in the streets
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| Right next to a dead body, let me taste that meat
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| The brain leak 'cause my teeth is in too deep
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| Yo, freaks, let’s creep 'cause my life feel incomplete
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| I need sleep, I need peace, I need meat, I need sheep
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| That can follow and swallow my shit
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| Now peep my motto «I'll eat you brain for breakfast and the scraps is for
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| tomorrow»
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| I’m cannibal like Lecter, like the man I leave you.
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| Hollow
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| Ayo, it’s open season, I got buckshot for a silly wabbit
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| And I don’t need a reason, kickback crime on Liz Rockett
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| Stackin' bodies, back with Onyx, run New York, I run the morgue
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| Rockin' the stock and blockin' the jug
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| And opening cupboards, closing drawers, and the axe I swing is rusty and the
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| chance you got is none
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| Johnny’s here, the rum is red, and I’m on the hunt for my wife and son
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| Bloody Mary had a little lamb, she had to silence
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| I shine like ultra violence my rhyme is ultra violent
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| We rollin' with the zombies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| D.O.D. |
| & Onyx
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| We.
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| We rollin' with the zombies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Here’s Johnny
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| I got bodies on ice, they stacked in the freezer
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| All these flashin' lights, these niggas catchin' seizures
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| Catch a head rush like after nigga sneezes
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| Gotta take his eyes out, hand me the tweezers
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| I’m stackin' bodies
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| (Stackin' bodies)
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| Count 'em out
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| (Count 'em out)
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| There are ligaments laying all around my house
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| Fuck if he ain’t linin' you up, push your hairline back
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| Fuck you say he tie you up, give you a hairline frack
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| You gettin' too big, I’ma put you on a diet
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| True fears, nigga, you don’t wanna die yet
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| Then told me: «Try it», there was nothing to it
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| Gun to my head, I’m dead if I don’t fuckin' shoot it
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| I stack another body, now I gotta move it
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| Help me put this punk in the trunk of the Buick
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| might have lost your virginity by raping the bitch
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| Sticky Fingaz is evil, the line is get to the abyss
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| I’m on another plane,
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| I’m so fuckin' real, this could be last verse
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| I’m thinkin' niggas rash is only rational
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| Show my true face once the ski mask
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| We rollin' with the zombies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| D.O.D. |
| & Onyx
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| We.
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| We rollin' with the zombies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Stack, stack, stackin' bodies
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| Here’s Johnny |