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
