| This hunger is haunting
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| Please feed us, we’re starving
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| Can you hear us? |
| We’ve been knocking
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| The dawn of the dead is coming
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| I went to bed cold but I woke hot
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| Am I hungover? |
| God, I hope not
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| What’s all the groaning outside? |
| I’d rather know not
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| Deadbolt the doors and switch out the old locks
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| Knock, knock, here comes another apocalypse
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| But I got my whits about me and you know my shotgun is
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| Locked and loaded, polar opposite of ill-prepared
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| When I enter a pandemic, I am the illest there
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| Infected, get ready, step in the door, please
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| I’m better with a machete than any Vorhees
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| I may be sober but I can put away tall boys
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| 'Bout to start a party 'cause my squad is all noise
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| We keep it going till the crows come home
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| Don’t invite over and ogres, or we’ll ghost 'em bro
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| We got it swampy enough whenever we’re covered in guts
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| But we keep it light and fun, you’ll never find a stick up our butts
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| When all is doom and gloom
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| You gotta show your teeth
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| I made my bed in the face of death but
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| I don’t ever sleep
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| When you lay your weary head down
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| To finally rest in peace
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| Counting sheep won’t help 'cause even
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| The dead ain’t slept on me, yeah
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| I’m hotter than a molotov, I’m all gassed up
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| I got these hungry zombies on the thirst trap, yup
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| My kamikaze paparazzi tryna catch up
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| If they want a piece, they gotta eat me from the ass up
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| Whether you spit or swallow, better call for backup
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| I’m dropping something that this horde is gonna yank up
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| Fact, I’m a snack that y’all don’t wanna pass up
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| I got the bags and the bodies fucking stacked up
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| Me and the squad are a picture-perfect match up
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| Tighter than a family, we get through the bad stuff
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| Smile through it all, even with the mask up
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| Cleaners in the building, 'bout to do a wrap-up
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| A long night but it’s time for dawn
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| They said the world’s at its end, but they might be wrong
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| I’m all outta fireworks, so ignite the bombs
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| Even when the dead rise, I keep a smile on
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| When all is doom and gloom
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| You gotta show your teeth
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| I made my bed in the face of death but
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| I don’t ever sleep
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| When you lay your weary head down
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| To finally rest in peace
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| Counting sheep won’t help 'cause even
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| The dead ain’t slept on me
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| Even the dead don’t sleep on me
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| Even the dead don’t sleep on me
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| Even the dead don’t sleep on me |