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(feat. Tony Stockert) i'm Up to my neck in zombie blood drink it up like a bottle of bub ectoplasmic so orgasmic killin and spillin while im spitin fantasmic rhymes on your face like like the polics mace the smell of the booze on breath can be taste lightin cigars like a low ball assian while searching the night for notmatic brain bashin aim for the head dont miss the spot or it'll be your last cuz food for thought cuz a zombie is the walking dead eat ya brains right out ya head dont let it dont forget it you'll regret it if you borrow my chainsaw fill it unleaded dispursts of the crowd till the partys over Songtextechallanged jamal to a game of red rover i'm Up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood i'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood i'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood drink it up like a bottle of bub ectoplasmic so orgasmic i've got chainsaws brainsaws and a sick shooter if you run dead i aint touching that cooter mad amunition in the back of my herse oh shit look its Fred Durst yeh chet living with a biscuit next thing you know theres zombies on ma *gun sound* shu up Fred throw his body on the pile Oh great look its Julia Styles Hey Tony did you save the last dance? no Julia i really didn't but i saved this last bullet for your fucking head *gun sound* now your dead i'm Up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood i'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood i'm up to my neck in zombie blood zombie blood zombie blood drink it up like a bottle of bub ectoplasmic so orgasmic (seapking) Family and friends today we mourn the passing of a bright, young and talented individual named the (unknown word) he died from a fatal flesh wound of a bite of an undead zombie (Thanks to Eriin for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania