[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]

Early this morning

When you knocked upon my door

Early this morning

When you knocked upon my door

And I say, "Hello, Satan

I believe it's time to go

Hello, Satan

I believe it's time to go"

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]

Fuckin' hot, uh

Man, I feel worthless, a good purchase

Abiding by the law, good purp and good purpose

I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is

Sweeter than the cherry of a virgin

Got me out the loop like this cursive

Eyes blink, nervous, words slur, lurkin', a wordsmith

And the worst is, kinda perturbed, bitch

If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic

Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is

And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses

The Devil tongue got me sprung through these verses

If I'm the number one, somethin' gotta surface

Grade school played a fool, did the math on it

Hella blind to these hoes, so I passed on it

Show them titties, girl, put my autograph on it

Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it

Lyrical child of the indigo

Heathens pray to God, I'm only 'bout the literal

I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle

Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe

T-t-t-t-time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin

One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous

Then I'm livin' proof ask Luke where the force is

Bury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous

Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit

Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins

Deep seas, uh, swimmin' with the dolphins

Back it up please proceed to move with caution

There's no facade, the zombies is the squad

Christian is the call but they never pray to God

If victory is war then we never met 'em

If you dancin' with the Devil, then I'm walkin' on the stars

[Chorus: Gil Scott-Heron]

Hello, Satan

I believe it's time to go

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

Frog skin glasses, grippin' fat asses

My style surpasses, finger to the masses

Heron samples tryna make examples

All the wack rappers talking it tryna make examples

Young ass nigga, where your money at, nigga?

Spit that gudda rap, nigga, get ya mummy wrapped, nigga

Pocket full of stones, leave blood in the floor

Blood stains on the wall, blood rains in the morgue

I'm rotten, I'm stiff

Welcome to the underworld, life's a bitch

A corpse, a carcass

Middle finger to the world in my new shhhh

It's grimy, it's gudda

Real shit, just a bad motherfucker

Devolved, deceased

Bare arms, see the ankh and believe

Bear stroll, come and walk with a beast

Drink beer, so a nigga kinda slur when he speak

Requiem the dead never walks so we never in

Psilocybin high, I'm on another binge

Inny mini miney mo, a lot of ya'll niggas ain't built for the throne

Quote me if I'm wrong, levelheaded, headstrong

Drink your lix of holy water to build up

Ayahuasca, Yopo, I'm so gone

My soul's worn, I'm so drawn, I'm so torn

Seize the moment, seize rye, seed the omen

Juice so hard, Caesar, Roman

They swear I'm on the deep end

But it all depends if they comprehend

Killa' rap shit, nick name exorcism

Protected by the gods, trill shit no religion

[Chorus: Gil Scott-Heron]

Hello, Satan

I believe it's time to go

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]

High beyond biblical proportions

Told a Catholic priest, "Bible paper burn awesome"

Open my eyes and view the ceilin' from my coffin

Why are you surprised that I paint these vivid portraits?

Starin' in my vanity as I sit and plot another casualty

Higher than a meth-head on a trampoline

I trample these beats like a tyrant, beast

Eats anything that bleeds, feast on the soul of these

I'm quick to tell a ho "at ease", I'm blowin' leaves

Spittin' razor blades, tongue flip, flesh lacerate

Every day is Halloween, wrap you up in maskin' tape

Drag you to the ocean floor, body wash on Jersey Shore

Now you got a situation, death is chasin' while you waitin'

I plot your fate and politic while sharin' blunts with Satan

I drink a keg of acid, spit that in angels' faces

See you're a mere mortal, so there is no relation

On the highway to Hell, speedin' while I'm masturbatin'

With a thick witch, big tits, and her craft's amazin'

Make her hit this, big spliffs of the Cali raisin'

Don't waste a drop, she swallow when I'm ejaculatin'

And I'm sittin' mean OG like I'm Papi Mason

A glass of virgin blood and about a hundred blunts

Here to bring the fall just like the end of summer does

Life is a race, well I already won it, cuz

Off that hundredth blunt, I'm about to hit a hundred-one

[Outro: Meechy Darko, Erick Arc Elliott & Zombie Juice]

One hundred and one blunts

Graveyard shit

One hundred and one smuts

Nigga Meech hit me up (Flatbush Zombie gang, bitch)

And when we wanna tell you somethin', he gon' say it like this, like (Yeah)

"Yo, nigga, cut that model shit out, nigga

The fuck? You a producer, nigga"

I need a fuckin' bitch with a fat ass and like six hundred and sixty-six bottles of some good shit, or somethin'

And I'm here scratchin' my head like, "Damn, I guess I am"

Criminal

Flatbush Zombies (Flatbush Zombies, nigga)

The Glorious Dead, bitch

Flatbush Zombies

The Glorious Dead, shit

Uh, yeah

Alright