SABERTOOTH ZOMBIE LYRICS

1. The Haunting Of Apartment 6

I live a life of sovereignty
Vexed in claustrophobic territory
I command your peripheral circuitry
I race around your space
I CAN'T GET IN
But I can turn your hood to shit
My stress will make you sick
YOU CAN'T GET OUT
I'm rapping at your walls
I'm the ghost of the men who invented it all
You'll be in your bed
I'll be in your head
You'll wish you were dead
The haunting of apartment 6
I'll turn your house into a hideout
The unknown source of your heaves
Chase you into the bathroom
Get down
ON YOUR KNEES
Screaming 'help me please,
My stomach's full of nothing,
Head's a disease
Living with a Meek
On the bank of the creek
My stomach's full of toxins
My head's got a leak.'
I know no city limits
No limits at all
Don't speak to me of peace
Don't tell me your name
And when you open the curtains
The FUTURE will change
Life proved your father wrong
When life fucked you for so long
Bedsores in the shape of the state
You were California's son.
I can't go out, or I'll be clubbed by a clubber
I can't space out or I'll be mugged by a mugger
I can't go out or I'll be judged by a judger
I can't go out or I'll be killed by another
But I stay in and I feel devoid
The TV's laughing and I’m getting annoyed
Stomach full of nothing
Head full of nothing

2. Send The Pigs

Daddy was a robber
Daddy was a thief
Daddy owned the docks
Daddy owned police
He said trust nobody but god
Or you'll live your last breaths stuffed in a box
But I trust you baby like a horse on the range
And I got this little plan arranged:
I know where the guy from McDonald's
Deposits the cash
And we can get 20 grand
If we grab it fast
Send the pigs, send the feds
I got 36 slugs for their snitching heads
The policeman can pray to god
But his family better pray to the son
Son of the robber
Son of the thief
Champ me like a vise
And never release
RELEASE!
My nightmares, my nightmares are a vise
Inward, inward like a vice
Wreck me, Baby like a beast
Friday this plaza will be swarming with police
Son of the robber
Son of the thief
THE SON OF MEEK

3. Banana Milk

Danger is sold like
'Do as you're told. No
Pepperoni, no 40's, no blunts
No banana milk for the dunce'
But I'm in bed with the better bet
And a better partner I've never met
Sun fills the west with sweat
Sin fills the west with sex
Old fools rapture themselves
Filling pristine libraries
Charting meccas and ancestors
We'll call them luxuries
Of the avoiding class
You better try to cash in fast
Suck the life from my street
Suck the hype from the beat
From dunce cap
To death shroud
You'll see
A human performance
Meek's wild years
Were a fucking blast
He told his mother
He was dressing in drag
(She'll never understand)
Stay out of my pocket
Stay out of my temple





SABERTOOTH ZOMBIE LYRICS