| Zombies, are coming for my Brains
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| Breakin' out the Shottie, avoid the Blood Stains
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| It’s the Apocalypse, get bit, and you’re done
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| Then the Virus starts to spread, you become one
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| But nope not me, I’m gonna survive
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| Just trying to stay alive as the dead arise
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| Aim for the Eyes, then I pull the trigger
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| Slashin' with the knife, but I need something bigger
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| How bout I take a saw, put it on a Mop
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| Like a Psycho Janitor, Loppin' heads off
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| One shot, right to the Cranium
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| Then your head is gone, filled up with Titanium
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| Smokin' like a Bong
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| Yo get off my neck, I ain’t a biscuit
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| Like Jenna Jameson, you about to get fisted
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| Bodies all twisted, my health is low
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| I gotta grab me some snacks, and hit the road
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| I can’t sleep, I’ll never go to bed
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| Covered in Red, like the Walking Dead
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| Smashin' on your head
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| But weapons, I got a ton of them
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| Puttin nails in my bat
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| Then putting my bat to your chin, whack Whack
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| Most of these Survivors, they truly suck
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| I try to rescue their ass, but they end up stuck
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| On the map, now their trapped, and out of luck
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| It’s too late to hide, now we’re totally fucked
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| Damn, get the guns, we’re kickin it old school
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| Running over Zombies in an SUV is so cool
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| I’m Making blood pools, Zombie Genocider
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| Using power tools, combining like MacGuyver
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| I got an LMG, and a Teddy Bear
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| Making Noise with the toys cause I don’t care
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| Stackin' Body parts, out of control
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| But with the sledgesaw I be playing Zombie Whack a Mole
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| Whack, Whack, now I’m bringing the attack
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| I go Whack, Whack, I put my knife in your back
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| I go Whack, Whack, on these Psycho Motherfuckers
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| It’s a Boss Battle Bro, we need to find some cover
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| CHORUS/HOOK
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| I’ll survive the Apocalypse
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| All these Zombies are gonna die
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| I know just what to do
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| Cause Gaming trained me right
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| I’ll survive the Apocalypse
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| All these Zombies are gonna bleed
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| And if you plan to get away
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| It’s best to stick with me
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| Rollin' Down the Road in a Muscle Car
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| I got a Zombie Queen Bee, right inside of a Jar
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| And when I toss it on the ground, Zombies heads explode
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| Fully Automatic, no need to reload
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| I’m Bruce lee, Bare handed, breaking those Necks
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| I’m On a Mission, got me Wishin' that I had some Zombrex
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| Find the Safehouse, store up my guns
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| And Moltov Cocktails, I gotta get some
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| Now Dressin' like a Tranny, in some Womens clothes
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| Drink Vodka till I puke it all out of my Nose
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| Runnin' from the Undead Chasing Me
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| But they run into my trap, its an I.E.D. |
| (BOOM)
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| Katana Sword, Scythe, a bone saw
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| If its got a blade, I’m choppin' Limbs Off
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| Flash Bang Grenades are leavin' em Blind
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| Getting' Surrounded as they sneak from behind
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| I can’t retreat, its time to bring the hurt
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| Putting fire on my gloves
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| Then puttin' my gloves to work
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| Combining the Pistol and the Flashlight, Tactical
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| Bustin Heads with a Lead Pipe, is always Practical
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| Jump Kick a Zombie in the Testicles
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| I be smashin' heads, head shot with the reticles
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| No scope, BLAH! |
| now it’s a Zombie BBQ
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| Then I’m rollin' with the Steamroller
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| Right over you
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| Stay in line, we’re doing this my way
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| I’m runnin' and gunnin' with the sawed off all day
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| Keep up the Pace, don’t fall behind
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| I’ll bust a Zombie in the face with anything I can find
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| I got a Beach Ball, and a Leaf Blower
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| Running over motherfuckin' Zombies with a Lawn Mower
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| How bout a flamethrower, I’ll build you one
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| Cause if you didn’t know, I’m a Mechanic Son
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| Boom, Boom, when I’m using Dyna Meat
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| I go Boom Boom, when I’m shooting RPG’s
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| I go Boom Boom, on these Undead Fucks
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| Throw some Gas at their ass, then I’m lighting em up
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| CHORUS/HOOK
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| I’ll survive the Apocalypse
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| All these Zombies are gonna die
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| I know just what to do
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| Cause Gaming trained me right
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| I’ll survive the Apocalypse
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| All these Zombies are gonna bleed
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| And if you plan to get away
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| It’s best to stick with me
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| Level 50 and I’m fully maxed out on my stats
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| I’m choppin' heads off, with a Battle Axe
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| There’s no time to play, we gotta make our escape
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| I’m bringing the bombs, always tossin' out tons of grenades
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| I got more clothes than the mall, wearing suits like a Pimp
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| With an Arrow to the Knee, I’m straight making em limp
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| Picking up books, let the bonus begin
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| And then a Million hit combo right to the chin
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| Got More PP than a German Brothel
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| Eating rotten Meat is straight up awful
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| Crushing all these Zombies is giving me wood
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| I’m having more fun than I probably should
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| Undead on my Hood, so I’m hitting the gas
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| Head first into a bus, so they let go when I crash
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| I’ve said it before, but in case you missed
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| I’ll Survive the Apocalypse… |