This is a song about "The zombie huns"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Cause we been off them slave ships

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

Ain't finna peak yet

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,