Verano Zombie 2 (feat. Metal Carter)

[NOYZ NARCOS]
Oh!
To all the living dead
The dealers
Pulling the strings
Of the bad kids born
You want Special K, Sergei? Fucking Pharisees
Stuff from other worlds for Zombie Summer the remake
Stay away from us
I don't respect the people I used to admire
I don't have a woman because I have
The fixations from Salò
A death hip hop group and I do Karashò
I drink beer and straight rum
I spill blood when I piss
I trade Satan for Christ
I got an arm out of the hole
A priest killer, Judas
A loose Roman abbey from Lucas
Truceklan, it all starts here
You think you're G
This shit is sick like Freddy on a trip
And it goes like this, mix the catch with the speed
Death squad, no water, alcohol proof, my jacket
On the bottle, sticker from the Lodge
The pieces of sneakers under the rain
The Kojak coat
Feel the weight of every drop when
The heartbeat slows down, give me another gram
And a bray cuts your throat
The old school zombie
Melts your foil
Recon in the red zone
Calls the dead from the grave
Truceboys, the crew doesn't stay hidden
No sticks, no bags
Rocks or whips
Hustling with strong nostrils
Ugly beat on the pipe
And you can see zombies on the street and in life, and if you see them, scream.

[METAL CARTER&NOYZ NARCOS Chorus x2]
I, will avenge
My crew
I drink rum, smoke crack, I rap
Noyz brings death
Carter brings death
Buy your fate from the death dealer

[METAL CARTER]
I walk into the club with a shotgun and kill everyone
I take a cut from the mourning then
What’s left? A buzz in the head for twenty-four hours
If only it were a horror movie
Taking shit every day is the deal
It's that without it, I can't make it, dealing
Mental issues to the highest bidder
With two looks, I’ll strip you down
I spit in your face, bitter truths
Now pay your hitmen to take me out
Christ and the Madonna on my bent back
Your life is a joke that disturbs me
Screams of the deluded asking for justice
They look for diamonds but find trash
Blood to drink
Caskets to open
To look the dead in the eye
Break my knees
My boys guide you to hell
I have a stash of pills for the winter
Ask about me at the c.s.m.
See for yourself
Because mothers despair
Flames of resentment and violence in the streets
Weak people get crushed
For a couple of bucks, you'd kill your mother
I see it in your eyes, I come from the streets
Swords stuck in the jugular
In your neighborhood, a ghostly atmosphere
A corpse to carry in the trunk
For every mistake I make, she has a cut.

Chorus.