This is a song about "All the zombies spawn this way"

Cuz theyre the reason i behave this way,

I was gonna write you a poem today

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

He looks all the same but thinks in a rather different way.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

Why i can't move away

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I was called the spawn of the devil,

Never wrong at any level

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Don't blame me at all for livin this way