Flatbush Zombies
Don’t Do Drugs Kids
[Intro: Meechy Darko]
Acid, acid—tabs, tabs
Roll it, smoke it—take a drag, drag
Acid, acid—tabs, tabs
Roll it, smoke it—take a drag, drag
Acid, acid—tabs, tabs
Roll it, smoke it—take a drag, drag
Acid, acid—tabs, tabs
Roll it, smoke it—take a drag, drag

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Ain't no heart in the music, it's all device
In the lab cooking work like Walter White
My general salute, I got a gram or two
And have a n***a head spinnin' like a poltergeist
Probably never gon' change, n***a, fuck fame
This is real cocaine, n***a, n***a numb to the gums
Nut, numb 'til you spit
Nothin' I ever do is wack, so in fact, I am that sick (Ill)
N***a, hit it once then he pass it (Still)
Casket, casket, I am often drastic
Undead to the dead, two horns on my head
Levitating when my eyes become red, dawg
Nectar for the holy protector, wreck them
Yes, I carry a long weapon, just in case
Machine gun them, we clear the place
True Jah love, ganja we blaze
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Don't do drugs, kids—give 'em to I
It's amazing how acid could open your eyes
My face look sour 'cause I'm smokin' it, guy
I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes
Don't do drugs, kids—give 'em to I
It's amazing how acid could open your eyes
My face look sour 'cause I'm smokin' it, guy
I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko + Erick Arc Elliott]
You the best, nuh-uh, I'm the best, bruh bruh
Shotgun, pump pump, leave you leakin', slump slump
Now you all fucked up, don't compare us to nobody, n***a, they're not us
Had to die for these children, fuck the music is my grudge
O.G. I puff, gold teeth, not much if (Not at all)
Told her I don't give a fuck unless the money's involved
Or drugs involved, or fucks involved
Baby, a dollar and a dream'll make your money evolve
Like watered-down packs, you're not that raw
These Bolivian bars that I'm stepped on
Hear thy weapon, fear thy Weapon
N***a, you slipping if ain't near thy weapon
Supreme seams, Zombie logo
Or I'm wearing polo, eye bleed, hit trees, meet Sonny Bono
Between these seas and I row row row row
Radiant girl can't see my aura
I'm Meechy, I needs me a Rita Ora
Lock your daughters, I'm coming for her
I knock that bitch up and I not support her, I'm joking, sorta
You know my future's bright and I'm kinda important
I don't need the karma, drama, baby momma
Unless she 'bout dollars she spray the llama
When doubt I got problems, I spit death, roll, and drown in a coffin
The world's on my back and it's quite exhausting
But I'ma keep squeezing it for all this fortune, I'm off this