This is a song about "Zombie appoclyspe"

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

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

Dick left her dead like a zombie

I'm going back to cali

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Mislead, zombie effect, redirect to the clinic to be checked,

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

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

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest