E Luv: VoiceCrack, Are you sure this is the right way to Gutted Babies' apartment?
DJ VoiceCrack: That's what the directions say....
E Luv: Why the fu-- is it so dark out here?!  It's like 10 in the morning....
DJ VoiceCrack: We followed this shi- to a T.
E Luv: Man something isn't right.
DJ VoiceCrack: No doubt.  Check your speed limit.
E Luv: You hear that?
DJ VoiceCrack: Yeah, what the fu-- is up with those weird drums?


Verse 1 - E Luv
Again, I find myself in another fu--ed up situation, cussin'
Lost with busted directions - Blades probably wrote that shi- (DJ VoiceCrack: Oooh...)
Not like other men - I pull over for help at the next station
Top the tank with premium - VC heads to the store for libation
Just point me to the fu--in' highway and everything'll be fine
That last Michigan Left - coulda swore we ended up going right....
Then right outta some movie, this fool comes stumblin' in - bleedin'
He's ramblin' on about these motherfu--ers who were after him

The other store patrons start screamin', lookin', and pointin'
This can't be happenin' - for times like this, I'm glad I'm packin'
But not like THIS - there's like hundreds of fools converging upon us
I start pullin' endcaps across the floor attempting to barracade the doors
One motherfu--er got caught outside in his SUV
Crazed fools fightin' to feast on his body - that's all I needed to see
So I'm like fu-- him, VoiceCrack runs over and helps me continue pilin'
Product against the door - won't keep 'em out for long, we need a plan


E Luv: Shi-, cell phones not workin'.  Shoulda known.
DJ VoiceCrack: Dogg, this is some bullshi-.  What the fu-- do we do?!
Earl Solow: Help!
E Luv: What the?!  Please don't do that - you know how zombies make me paranoid and shi-.
Earl Solow: We need to help him - somehow we gotta stop the bleeding.
DJ VoiceCrack: You serious - that motherfu--ers gone, we should chop off his head right now.
Earl Solow: No, we can save him!
E Luv: He's drooling/nimbling on your arm.  Look either we kill him, or we kill you and then him.


Verse 2 - E Luv
Stuck with the clerk, the others, and this whiny as- bitc-
VoiceCrack pulls his sword, handles his business, and she starts screamin'
Now we're infighting amongst ourselves as zombies surround the area
We gotta keep it together, so I ask is there another way outta here
Clerk mentions a key in the attic which unlocks an underground passage
I don't believe this shi- - nobody's volunteering so I grab hostages
We gotta get movin' - those motherfu--ers already started busted in
VoiceCrack remains to defend the position, shi- they're in the attic

It was too dark, the first fool up the stairs automatically got it
So it was left to me and this other guy to run the fu--in' gauntlet
My magazine runnin' low, I use that first fool as a human shield
The other guy grabs the key off the shelf, and we proceed to bail
Back down the stairs - VoiceCrack and team seem to be holding their own
But the clerk died, so now how the fu-- do we find this magical door
One klepto-pyromaniac motherfu--er jury-rigged some auto fluid
And said if we don't hand over our weapons, he'll most definitely use it


E Luv: What the fu-- are you doin'?!  We're in a fu--in' gas station.
GMNT: I want to get out of here!  I have a family.
DJ VoiceCrack: So does everybody else dumbas- - put that shi- down.
GMNT: Noo!  If I'm not gonna make it, we're all gonna die.
Earl Solow: <screaming>
E Luv: Man, shut that bitc- up!
DJ VoiceCrack: We're all supposed to be on the same team people.
GMNT: Fu-- you - you're the only ones with weapons!
E Luv: So?!
DJ VoiceCrack: We're trying to help you!
GMNT: How can we trust you?


Verse 3 - E Luv
Well until now, I had only used this gun on the zombies <gunshot>
But you became my enemy and that goes for anybody else that crosses me
With that smooth move, we lost whatever credibility we had
Didn't count on anybody else being strapped - one guy started bustin' back
Now we got zombies raidin' the store and a firefight going on between us
Something's missing - the dude with the fu--in' key, so much for trust
I'm on a hunt, I don't give a fu-- - that motherfu--er fu--ed up
Tryin' to leave me in this funk, the rest of this magazine I plan to dump

In your fu--in' as-, DJ VoiceCrack got my back - we're stalkin'
Left that whiny bitc- for dead - she had long since given in
To her fear and that can't happen - I shoot the container of auto fluid
To douse our path in flames - them other fools are fu--ed - tough shi-
I'm screamin' out "where you at motherfu--er" - tried to cut and run
Now you're gonna fu--in' suffer - but no more rounds left in my gun
Actin' like he voted republican - I bluff him he doesn't need to know that
At empty gun point I left him to pull himself up by his fu--in' bootstraps


DJ VoiceCrack: I can't believe we made it E.
E Luv: I can, and we did it just so I can have words with whoever wrote these bullshi- directions.
DJ VoiceCrack: Yeah, you got that right.  You want some chips dogg?
E Luv: No thanks, I'm trying to cut down on that stuff.  Let me get one of them waters though.