| Drop into the quarantine zone |
| Too bad that there isn’t more of me (oh) |
| Zombies, you’re borin' me |
| Killin' every single one is a chore to me (whoa!) |
| Nevermind, I’ma take that back |
| Need a safe zone now, can I make it back? |
| Cuz they won’t be happy 'till they’ve ate my ass |
| Either that, or maybe they just hate my raps |
| But if you try to take a bite of me, I’ll end you |
| I’m sorry if you want me, I’m not on the menu |
| My name is Kyle Crane and I ain’t tryna die today |
| Set aside your pain and let’s find a way |
| To keep this silly little virus at bay |
| Check the time when the time is right |
| You’re gonna find yourself in the dyin' light |
| Keep an eye on the time and mind the light |
| You might survive the day just to die at night (whoa!) |
| Stay outside of their line of sight |
| And if your can, blind their eyes with brighter lights |
| But if you tryna fight 'em, better find a light |
| And light the biters up like dynamite |
| Got a question: been infected yet? |
| Damn, if you have, then don’t panic man |
| Cuz if you ain’t dead, then you ain’t blendin' in |
| Inject yourself with a bit of Antizin |
| Runnin' on the rooftop, man-handlin' |
| A bandit clan, goin' for my Antizin |
| Am I the only who’s managin' |
| To stop this apocalypse from happenin'? |
| I’m wipin' all these zombies off of the map |
| I got 'em followin' the sound of my rap |
| They look at me like I’m one hell of a snack |
| But when I ring the dinner bell |
| They’re walkin' into my trap |
| Tryna get my airdrops? |
| If I were you, I’d dare not |
| By the time you’re there, it’s gone |
| I’m causin' all your hair loss |
| Zombies want a piece of this? |
| I already know you like me |
| Think that I’m your final course? |
| Then all of you can bite me |
| If brains are what you’re craving |
| I’m the guy you should be chasing |
| That’s how I stay in shape |
| Now I’m just as slim as Shady |
| Rappin' circles 'round you daily |
| That’s why zombies love to hate me |
| But I’ll let them kiss my ass |
| If they really wanna taste me |
| Nobody’s as fast as me |
| I clear rooftop gaps so rapidly |
| I mean, I practically defy gravity |
| I guess parkour just comes naturally |
| (I'm cornered, man!) Quit panicking |
| You can make a weapon out of anything |
| (They're gonna get me!) Damn it, can you let me think? |
| Smack 'em in the face with a wooden plank |
| Craniums were meant to break |
| Let me give you just a little tip if you’re new |
| You’ll be dead before you know they’ve even heard you |
| So I’d advise that you be stickin' with the curfew |
| And if you got a problem, I’m the guy you wanna turn to |
| I’m not here to make friends |
| Just tyin' off loose ends |
| Don’t know how I’m not dead yet |
| But while I’m still alive, I might as well count heads |
| One, two, three-four-five |
| Six-seven-eight, not eight, that’s nine |
| Slam, crunch, raka-paka-pow |
| Just lost track, how many’s that now? |
| Following my survivor senses |
| Havin' seizures cuz I’m infected |
| I think my symptoms are actin' up |
| Can somebody please shut that kid up?! |
| Fight me, strike me, cut me deep and I bleed |
| Slight me, deprive me, then antagonize me |
| Try me, spite me, say goodbye to nice me |
| Pain is what ignites me |
| So open wide and bite me |
| Let me give you just a little tip if you’re new |
| You’ll be dead before you know they’ve even heard you |
| So I’d advise that you be stickin' with the curfew |
| And if you got a problem, I’m the guy you wanna turn to |
| (Open wide and bite me) |