| [Intro: Rockit Gaming &
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| Borderline Disaster
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| Nick, are you ready to do this again?
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| Haha, man, it’s been a while, but I’m ready!
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| Here we go!
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| We’re back here now to tell the tale
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| Stranded in the city at the edge of hell
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| Backed into an alley, see the shadow of evil
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| This isn’t the end!
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| [Verse 1: Rockit Gaming &
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| Borderline Disaster
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| You know, we’re back to steal the show
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| In the middle of the city, the morgue, it looks so pretty
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| Borderline and Rockit, Nick just drop it, go
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| It’s been a while, but I’m walking down the isle again
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| With a friend, Rockit, it’s him, w’re killin' the zombies, w’re twins
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| Borderline Disaster are the masters of the internet zombie nation
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| Get ready for this, be quick on your feet
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| The zombies are comin', I’m droppin' the beat!
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| Check me out in the shadows of evil, set in the '40s, call me knievel
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| Running on diesel, head to the peep show, lookin' for Jessica
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| Nevertheless, I am put to the test, so we need to get out of this ghastly mess
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| What better place than the Blast Radius?
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| See that these creatures are breakin' in, let’s beat it
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| Oh baby, look at me, the modern day Harry Houdini
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| A genie here to drop a pun, they call me Nero Goldblum
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| Ha, I must be stoned, down to the bone
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| Deep in the city, it’s homegrown, the deadly moans, scattering through
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| dystopian zones
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| George Orwell, oh, he called it, 1984 installment, but there wasn’t the sickly
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| dead chasing Mr. Wiston Smith
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| But, back to the game at the black lace, the zombies are strippin',
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| it’s foul play
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| I think I’ll make one my fiance, I’m tyin' the knot with the undead |