This is a song about "Love zombie"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Look, i tried to call it quits

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead