This is a song about "The zombieman"

The more battles the better the flows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Still the man with the pan

As the tao converted the thief

And i know - there'll never be peace

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Down the street to the car,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.