If you're a zombie, if you're a zombie monster, ghoul or fiendLet's E-40It's that season of the sickness, you're witnessing niggas to IslamI'ma get you addicted when I spit ***, venom and ***, *** again*** so much I gotta go to Costco to get my toilet paperHit so much, spit so much, put the pistol up, I'ma skit so nutReaper, rapper, keeper, safer, he can take a chill pill, real deal, kill billI might be sick, but that ain't the reason that I still spit real illNiggas ain't got no lyrics when I hear it, I'm like, what's up with that?Everybody wanna copy me, so I'm chopping them up, leapfrogging meI'ma be drama-free like my mama beSuicide before I let a nigga ride on me, that ain't comedyI don't get it, I don't have to get it, mini AK, I call him MitchellAnd he got his sister heatin' him up, makin' skin blistersGirl, I'm a monster, you're a zombieMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieI'm lickin' out the window and it's thundering and lightningTwo in the afternoon, the sky is black and it's frighteningThey're howling, lookin' and prowling, growlingBackward smiling, crowdingAround my place, give me 40 feet and I have some spaceWhere I'm pushing the basics, thumper, thumperPack three guns like a hunter, kick a nigga ass like a punterBeat a motherfucker like a drummer, drumBitch play crazy, have a hate of hazy, full game like the GracesI'm a monster, I'm a fiend on the microphoneWelcome to my twilight zone, I'm a monster, I'm a fiend on the microphonePlay me foul, get two stones, send you to hell where you belongGonna wish you had a motherfuckin' snow coneNo code on, I got the wickedest fluffSober motherfucker, take out the goutSend her hoverhead to a sucker front doorLet's avoid the watermelon and this hoeMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieMonster, ghoul, queen, you're a zombieIf you're a zombie, monster, ghoul, or fiend, if you're a zombie, say you're loving everyway Tech Lynch and 40 sing, so you gotta be conscious of what it mean, then I know thatyou're ready for what it brings, then you know what I mean when I say Caribou Lou, thenyou're telling me Tech Nina, go ahead and do you, then you never get enough of Ninaand you listen when you're with the crew, KCT, you knowin' just what it do, your assprobably startin' a mosh pit, lovin' every minute of bangin' this boss ***, you throwin'up your set around all clicks, you never wanna be hangin' with a soft bitch, you know whoyou are, motherfuckers, if you're a zombie, monster, ghoul, or fiend, if you're a zombie,monster, ghoul, or fiend, if you're a zombie, monster, ghoul, or fiend,if you're a zombie, monster, ghoul, or fiend, if you're a zombie, monster, ghoul, or fiend,