I'm Up to my neck in zombie blood Drink it up like a bottle of bub Ectoplasmic so orgasmic Killin and spillin while I'm spitin' fantasmic rhymes on your face like like the polics mace The smell of the booze on breath can be taste Lightin cigars like a low ball assian while searching the night for notmatic brain bashin aim for the head dont miss the spot or it'll be your last cuz food for thought cuz a zombie is the walking dead eat ya brains right out ya head dont let it dont forget it you'll regret it
if you borrow my chainsaw fill it unleaded dispursts of the crowd till the partys over
challanged jamal to a game of red rover
i'm Up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood i'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood i'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood drink it up like a bottle of bub ectoplasmic so orgasmic
i've got chainsaws brainsaws and a sick shooter if you run dead i aint touching that cooter mad amunition in the back of my herse
oh shit look its Fred Durst yeh chet living with a biscuit next thing you know theres zombies on ma *gun sound* shu up Fred throw his body on the pile
Oh great look it's Julia Styles Hey Tony did you save the last dance? No Julia, I really didn't but i saved this last bullet for your fucking head *gun sound* now you're dead
I'm Up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood I'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood I'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood Drink it up like a bottle of bub Ectoplasmic so orgasmic
(speaking) Family and friends today we mourn the passing of a bright, young and talented individual named the (unknown word) he died from a fatal flesh wound of a bite of an undead zombie
