This is a song about "Zombies end of world dead gun prison the walking dead"

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Or of the innocent dead we predicted

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Im end up dead and in a hearse,

Pour gasoline on your grave ignite the dead kill zombies in a succor/

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Like night of the living dead

Nobody ain't own us yet