Chuch lyrics

[Intro: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
You know, Nick at Nite, three [?]
Chuch, chuch
Two hoes in the middle
Chuch, chuch
Offerin' in the basket
Chuch

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in (Uh-huh)
Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he goin' in
Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens (Lucid)
Never been akin to these lame rappers, they sh*t is weak
And f*ck who you pretend to be (f*ck 'em), I'm tryna be the bigger me (Bigger)
Body the industry, f*ck all my enemies (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge
Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live
Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip
There's rules to the game, ho n*gga get hip
Hip hip, like that sh*t that I'm spittin'
And I'm on my sh*t, bruh
Tryna get advances and mansions
Whole family like Manson ([?] Charlie)
Eatin' rappers like panzón
The truth, I'm the answer
The proof in the puddin'
Real n*ggas salutin', they shootin'
They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one (One)
We outta heat, what the f*ck you think I do this for?
The big three, and every day it's like I f*ckin' ball (Playoffs)
Protect your neck and guard your grill, man
Wall, off the, yeah I'm synced, that means my sh*t is awesome
Never cared though so f*ck, f*ck your opinion (Alright)
Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics
Ain't sh*t change, just the numbers on the cane
Got them '47s, eight 9 Glocks, MAC-11s
Thirty eight .38s, do you get the message?
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice]
They talkin' but I don't hear it (Nah)
f*ckin' my fear and f*ck the other rappers you comparin' (f*ck 'em)
This sh*t hip with fear and any n*gga you think can't even come near it (No)
These n*ggas finicky, they think we gimmicky
'Cause our first sh*t was a banger (Bang) and we infiltrated the industry
It's funny 'cause eventually
They understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entity (Ghost, ghost)
Cut from a different fiber, generate radiant energy
Myself in five years, that's the only one ahead of me (f*ck 'em)
I'm from the Mecca, B, New York, New York
Named it twice, 'cause we f*ckin' [?] (Brooklyn)
Zombie Gang, walkin' dead, no man alive
Can f*ck with thee, y'all n*ggas got some nerve
We did in a week what you couldn't do in some years
n*gga, you ain't learn (Overnight), I'll make you bite the curb
Get it? Learnin' curb, amazin' with these words
Already got mine, but n*gga, I'm takin' yours (Woo)
Growing pains, I never felt
sh*t, I been numb since I was young, the chosen one
Deborah's only son, 1989 she gave birth to a loaded gun
I know I'm blunt, speakin' of blunt, I roll it up and smoke it (I'm high)
Some say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hidden
I bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you Proof is in Heaven
Life's a matter of preference, who's to say that Hell isn't Heaven?
Annually I dwell in thoughts darker than the other side of the spectrum
Damn, Arc, give me a second, a millisecond
f*ck it, we never stressin'
[Produced by Erick Arc Elliott]