Текст песне : Adam Paranoia. Other. Zombie Blood.

(feat. Tony Stockert)

i'm Up to my neck in zombie blood
drink it up like a bottle of bub
ectoplasmic so orgasmic
killin and spillin while im 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 its 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 your 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

(seapking)
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

(Thanks to Eriin for these lyrics)