Zap Zone ft. Hir-O & Noveliss Lyrics

Like Marge Simpson, tell my homies that I love them

Too much salty in your system, need a sodium reduction

And I'm in the GOAT discussion like Kobe vs Duncan

Pardon me, I don't need your phony introductions

Jesus fucking Christ, leave when the thunder strikes

Out here making noise but they don't understand me, underbite

Disappointment to my family like the son of Mike

Jordan, Jackson, bored with this rapping

I'm switching to sustainable farming

First Amendment still exists, you can say what you wanna

But take a piss on my name, I'ma aim at your garment

That's a nail in your coffin like McCain vs Obama

I'm dedicated like the tape Lil Wayne did with Drama

Villain era Dennis Rodman bout to lay with Madonna

Castor insane, yeah he handing out fades like a barber

Taste the water, purify yourself in late Minnetonka

Cause we creeping through the motherfucking back door

Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow

We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso

Got the green light like Zap Zone, damn yo

Creeping through the motherfucking back door

Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow

We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso

Aiming at your chest like Zap Zone, yo

Assemble your crew like Prince Rogers, yeah I got the juice off the hook like Kim's father

The big poppa breaking rules, improper code of ethics, copacetic, no Covid, still a cougher

I'm in Illawarra throwing a shrimp onto the barbie

Perk 30's turning these kids all into zombies, look

I'm hot-wired like vehicular robbery, at the flea market trying to pawn your three-year-old's car seat

My aesthetic 2010 Joaquin Phoenix, the odd sloppy genius, with ink blotting and bleeding

Like Ali bobbing and weaving, I got them out of they seats into mass pandemonium, facts only spoken them

High-priced gas like a tax on petroleum, we knock you on your ass, I'm a blast from a loaded gun

Bragging bout your swag but the fact is it's stolen son, I'm showing y'all that Castor the chosen one

Creeping through the motherfucking back door

Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow

We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso

Got the green light like Zap Zone, damn yo

Creeping through the motherfucking back door

Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow

We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso, aiming at your chest like Zap Zone

Yo check it, the master slasher with Castor the master blaster

Forgot to set my phaser to stun, this could be fatal guys

Brown leather jacket on behalf of this pair of laser eyes

Forgot to wear my glasses, rappers in the path get vaporized

Is that so, who ready for war, I'll be at Zap Zone

Every weapon filthy, tape the flamethrower to the pulse rifle like Ellen Ripley, then blend in the city

Ducking all social interaction, he just prepared for some action

Artificial intelligence, every human's a replicant, if you could just look up and to the left, I'm bout to represent

A blade runner, my blade runneth over with knowledge

Not the kind from college, the kind hidden behind the silence

Or the mileage on the brain, any minute can sink the think tank

The phantom pain staring at Mount Fuji out the bullet train

Perpetually placing my fate in these lines

Enhancing my mind, I see time on behalf of the spice melange

Creeping through the motherfucking back door

Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow

We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso

Got the green light like Zap Zone, damn yo

Creeping through the motherfucking back door

Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow

We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso Aiming at your chest like Zap Zone