This is a song about "Zombie killer"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

I slay em like a #serial #killer

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

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