Zombie Land

[Hook: Count]

If you shoot him in the arm

Bet he coming back again

This is zombie land, this is zombie land

If you want a nigga dead, better shoot him in the head

This is zombie land, this is zombie land

Everybody tryna eat, real hustlers don't sleep!

This is zombie land, this is zombie land

Better open up your eyes, they'll eat your ass alive!

This is zombie land, this is zombie land

[Verse 1: Count]

Zombies need to wake up, somebody need to shake up

Fuck a iron, we can save time with the staplers

Capers, burglaries, serving these crack fiends

Talking about swapping out your work for a flat screen

Police they roll deep, dope fiends, they OD

The ? blows back-to-back, funeral's are holy

No sleep insomniac but its a full moon tonight

Count Drac, they call me that cause I'm allergic to the light

Supposed to die from the shit that they was shooting

Got em 20 something times man, a nigga can't be human

They hit him with a SK, surgery, X-ray

Strapped a shitbag on him, sent him home the next day

Could see it in his face, ain't touch his dinner tray

Just in his cell pacing back and forth in a daze

Waiting for that contraband to make it past body scan

Can't help him: welcome to zombie land!

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[Verse 2: Moonie]

Can't kill me with a silver bullet, think before you pull it

Can't stab me with a dagger, I'm in black nigga hooded

Good riddens, rock-a-bye by ya baby we don't pass em out

You crazy, only way to make it here is

Human sacrifice of life, we ain't satisfied

We don't trying to rationalize

War time, shoot any cop we see, passers-by

Night of the living dead epidemic

Sell a fiend a bad rock, he try to come back and kill ya

It's alive! Young Frankenstein

See the screws in my head so a nigga won't lose his mind

Crazy am I.. funny you should ask

Mummy-wrap a nigga, now put the money in the bag

Yea, I'm coming for you homie, hear them footsteps?

You paranoid cause ain't nobody in your hood left

Yeah, have you ever played the Quiet Game?

Put this banger in your mouth and swallow the entire thing!

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[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

These horror stories and tales from the dark side

You know who I is, on my gig like a hard drive

You know how I work: Voorhees every verse

Th-th-these horror stories and tales from the Dark Side

You know who I is, on my gig like a hard drive

You know how I work: Vorhees every verse

Dexter under pressure, when I'm not I'm even worse

Streets go crazy every time the moon lifts

Wolves on the prowl now, witches on the broomsticks

You can hear em cry out, hollers and the screams

I just sit back and smile call me Happy Halloween!

But no Pumpkin Head nigga

Slept on what I said, now Fred up in bed with ya

Never been sweet, not even in my dreams

Loyalty and royalty, call me Stephen King

I mean, gave you The Cool like Fonzie

Biggie Smalls' ghost, 2Pac's zombie

Count on the cook, Moonie on the look

Hitchcock on the beat, Candyman on the hook!

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