This is a song about "Zombies e"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

An allegory without the e

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

E= eater and mc's beware

They're tryin to say that i don't care

They'll have to rename this one

Easy e, easier said than done

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Got enough blades for when the zombies come