The Walking Dead

歌詞

Yea This songs for those undead types (The walking dead) You know, bath salt sniffin, smokin... I'm waking up the dead I'm wakin up To rise again Eat brains a sin Gotta shoot em in the head (In the head...) Lock doors and don't open I'm waking up the dead I'm wakin up To rise again Eat brains a sin Gotta shoot em in the head (In the head...) Lock doors and don't open It's the walking dead And zombies walking no conscious Speakin its just garble Can't understand you I'm honest Thanksgivin Invitin pocahontas Brains are everywhere I'm on America's Most Wanted Fienin for neurological processes Goin for your crown piece Emperial bosses Useless your crosses Cuz I'm christian too Only religion fuckin with me is voodoo New Orleans coach, yea we markin your head Squash and stomp roach it's all pink not red Forgive em for whatever he said He's looking like death No brains in his head like the people on meth Salts for your bathing Up in your skull close shavings No you didn't throw away my cranberry That's cerebullem I'm saving Think eight arms, No octopus or a team Hard pink in a cup with no promethizine I'm waking up the dead I'm wakin up To rise again Eat brains a sin Gotta shoot em in the head (In the head...) Lock doors and don't open I'm waking up the dead I'm wakin up To rise again Eat brains a sin Gotta shoot em in the head (In the head...) Lock doors and don't open Don't open doors. I'm gettin dirty on the floor Munchin like chocolate to get the soft skull smore The fluid yea. It's vodka and potent Flesheater, that's why I'm in your brain when promotin Totin a weapon, it's just nails and sharp My enemies the krill Don't order coral aint whale shark There ain't enough brain here They must had a stroke I'm a cold blooded creature Raptor goin for yolk In this rap game Incredible Hulk, yet undead Only alive from eletric shots and several meds Girl Jill after me I don't like her, she packin pistol Republican type, Sarah Palin or Bristol Kinda slow cuz I'm a zombie on this paper origami Passin my salami Homeless hungry hippo mamis Need seasoning Johnnys? Company from the Tac... Puff in this aroma, you would swear it was crack