This is a song about "Jamie zombies"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Watch as i transform, jamie lanister form and slay the king,

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Pour gasoline on your grave ignite the dead kill zombies in a succor/

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them