Graveyard Bars

Zombies. I've seen it once before in a rat And I've seen it now in men Once one gets a taste for its own kind, it can spread through the pack like a wildfire Mindlessly chomping and biting at their own hinds Nothing but the taste of flesh in their minds You know the thing about a rat It's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes like a doll's eyes Don't seem to be living at all when I come at you Till it bites you I've been dripped up, chilling when I move in the graveyard Trying to tell these other motherfuckers that I spray hard bars And I'm living up, trying to keep it lit Everything I fucking do, bruv, I'm moving to be rich I'm trying to just chill with the muggles I smuggle the drugs into places that I shouldn't I don't even really know how I'm moving like a Buddha When I'm looking like I'm coming, when I'm flowing like a shooter I'm harder than I motherfucking thought Everybody telling me that I've been going for recourse I've been whipping in a car. I've been whipping in a Porsche I don't even fucking talk about the ice that I bought I flush everything I don't like Don't like this pain. I don't like the spite And I never really thought I'd sip lean and Sprite But I'm twisted, twisted up uh, So twisted, different, hit them Everything I do, bruv, you know I might crit them You know I might get them. You know I might hurt them The way that I'm going, bruv, I'm trying to just work them So dark and hard when I've been whipping I've been coming up with graveyard bars and I've been sipping And I never really thought that I'd lose to the lean Yo, Kase Myth, my eyes red, they might gleam