Adam Zombie – Daze Off Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Frankenstein Reyes]
Ay Yo, Finally a day off
So I crush a little Marley
Roll with the pipe when I'm watching ICarly

Phineas and Ferb when I'm breaking down this herb
This Kush and HBO got my enthusiasm curbed
Mellow as a fellow who just lives in Monticello
When I'm smoking on a Jeffrey and this purp is Donatello
Get it? Donatello like a ninja with the staff
If I'm hitting on yo ass, I expect to get some ass
But if not Ima stop. Kyle stepping in
With a chick from downtown who look like Pepper Anne

Pepper Anne, Pepper Anne, marching in my own parade
I'd rather stay the same then be over paid and lame
Cuz in this day and age ain't no killas getting fame
Cuz the realest in the game be making thrillers it's a shame
No one can taste it
Get this out my face bitch
It's tragic in the attic but the dope is in the basement
Open like a facelift
Call me Dr Octa
Call me Waka Flocka
Call me Shrimp and Pasta
Call me what you wanna
If you call me from a sauna then I'll be sweating like Miss Piggy and I'm stickier then ganja
Ganja from a rasta
You can catch me at Red Lobster
With your girl and garlic biscuits and she making me feel proper
Fuck a movie bitch we about to go see the opera
Rhiannan, Maddonan, yo mama and yo papa

[Verse 2: Milez Dangerously]
On the real Ima chill my dude
You ain't gotta ask how I feel my dude
I'm just gonna take the day off
Not everyday can pay off
But if you must know
I ain't ready to go
You ain't heard?
Adam Zombie is the bird's word
Only two dudes still deeper then your whole herd
Members of the Third Kind 51s the area
Victims of hysteria
Sick spitting malaria
Strapped with the lazer beam, aiming at your habitat
Grab a bat
Slap you up and wait for you to Hasselback
Matter fact
Tryna' make you see fixing cataracts
Never in a box
Come get a rock
And package that
Action packed
Better in the back
Not the front row
Just in case you ain't know
There is nothing that we won't throw
Off stage turn the page so the plot thickens
Story line deep enough to fuck Charles Dickens up
What? We ain't risk enough?
Rhymes we done kicked a bunch
Trying to make it quick enough
Now bitches think our shit is tough
Plus n*ggas sitting up
Better then them laying down
Boy we don't play around
Maybe you should wait a sound
Heavy as mo'fucka
Pushing all you other suckas
Off the scale
Grab a pail
Your lyrics belong in there
It isn't fair
How we spitting how we spitting all this riff raff
Skip class
With the same fan base Prince had
Hopped in her rover
Told her to move over
Swerve hit the curb and maybe a couple strollers
Half off the shoulder
Flying down the highway
Way high
Red eyes
Wondering why my sky's grey
On the real Ima chill my dude
You ain't gotta ask how I feel my dude
I'm just gonna take the day off
Not everyday can pay off

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