This is a song about "The zombie huns"

I got a slight obsession-of watch your face while ya moaning

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

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

Miami heat has nothing on me / lebron's shot's like a zombie

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

Come wit me you'll smoke around

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

You won't see tims and huns bouncing to one rhythm

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody