some people think they jive me, but i know they must be crazy don't see dey misfortune, guess they just too lazy je suis le grand zombie my yellow belt of choice on, ain't afraid of no tom cat, fill my brains with poison walk thru the fire, fly thru the smoke see my enemy, at the end of dey rope walk on pins and needles, see what they can do walk on gilded splinters, with the king of the zulu roll outta my coffin, drink poison in my chalice pride begins to fade, and y'all feel my malice put gris gris on your doorstep, soon you'll be in the gutter i can melt your heart like butter, a-a-and i can make you stutter