i remember the days you used to tell me you love me now you’re a zombie, but i’m not feeling lonely all my friends just have no regrets for eating my brains i pay them respects so i grab my shotgun a bottle of vodka blocked the door proper now come to papa i got myself together, i don’t run away i don’t count the days i live like that, suka just an ordinary day at the town i saw mr brown tried to make me angry he’s got nothing but a shot in a head like a shower in a summer, what’s up, we broke bad i was eating mango i was reading manga but the shit goes back boomeranging a house with a special room for a zombie girlfriend fucking with my precious brains over and over and over
that’s wassup boy, rip it up! that’s wassup mindfucka! that’s wassup it was always corrupt that’s wassup days of the dead uncut!
nothing has really changed
even if you’re dead you can’t stop fucking my brain over and over, and then again and again i’m all in, i am the only one living and you are the type of a bitch can’t be forgiven so i hunt, i make you suffer, selfish cunt chain on your neck, my hand holds a gun almost done who’s laughing now, fuckers days of the dead were way before virus
boo-yaa-kaa boo-yaa-kaa with a boom biddy-by-bye-bye when i jump to the beat jump to the beat i bring fire on da mic