Welcome to the night of the pimp-ass dead
All you stupid human tricks better hold onto your heads
Give me one good reason why I should let you live
Oh, you got a beautiful wife and two-a-half kids?
Well, they better get used to only having a mommy,
cuz their dumb-ass daddy kept trying to reason with a zombie,
I ain't afraid of your flame thrower and your shotgun,
I'm gonna turn your head into a snot-gun
Don't need a reason, man, i already got one,
Ripping faces, eating brains, that's my kind of hot fun.

Bring em out bring em out bring out yo dead
I got a lady without a heart and a dude shot in the head
got a book of mad raps and five or six gatz
for any thieving MCs overcome by greed
hear me: if you're looking to bite my rhymes
then i'm looking to fight and recite some lines
raise up a deadly posse, throw dirt in your eyes
knock you down to the ground, watch 'em multiply
they eat brains for breakfast cuz they trained with the bestest
minds of their day they like the cassius clay undead army:
you know how they say float like a butterfly, sting like a zombie.

When I'm up to my elbows in blood and gore,
I gotta take a look around and think, What's all this for?
On the surface, I am shirtless with a hurt-stick in my work-fist. Got some zombies on my hurt-list, quit your cryin, watch me burn this.
After all I've seen, you know it's hard to say that there's a purpose, when you're just the sideshow in a goddamn zombie circus.
Running around, screaming, "Brains! Brains! Brains!"
Driving me insane, there's only so much in my veins.
But I'm trained for the pain and I'm ready to set this place aflame. It's my claim to fame. They know my name.
Gonna bring this ghetto back to good,
Cos when the zombies move in, there goes the neighborhood!

Hey, who's back on the vocal attack?
It's MC Zombie, you know where I'm at:
Brooklyn, New York. What's the 8-5-0?
We can't spit numbers we've got four area codes.
It seems this place is teeming with convicts,
Slave to the wage of voodoo economics.
Running around like they're looking for brains,
Yeah they've got no soul stumbling down Broadway.
Now I'm one of them too, I have to admit.
When it comes to paying bills, I don't give a shit.
I'll walk through fire just to get paid.
Hey, I go to hell and back every week for five days.
So, I am a zombie, well so are you.
You think you got it all together, well, do you really do?
'Cause from here it looks like you've come unglued,
Like the spirit undead has taken over you too.

Here I am here I am
dead girl runnin' zombieland
bout to spit my shit again
i'm nitro-jeanne, I ain't yo friend
brains be in my way, I eat 'em
deadbeats in my sway, I beat 'em
see them all turnin' green
jealous they ain't where i'm being
my plain of existence ain't
nothing like in your cognizance
you might think you've seen some shit
but mine's the path of most resistance
I be queen jeanne of the damned
empress of zombieland
so impressed by my own hand
a wave can freeze all of man
i'm down with double seven kelvin
fuck fahrenheit and centrigade
if watson asks, then i'll tell him
get your ass to second grade
get out my way or I will freeze you
just one touch and I ZOMBIEZ you
I BE LIQUID NITRO-JEANNE ALL
YOUR BRAINS (ARE) BELONG TO ME

so i'm back from outer space
i walked in with that look on my face
and you, you look like you'd seen a ghost
grossed out, but defiant
as if you can't believe the miracle of my return
but don't worry, i'm not here to stay
collect my things and i'll be on my way
one last kiss and you can get back to not missing me
what happens after you're dead?
the sky goes black and the moon turns red
and MY GOD IT'S FULL OF STARS
and one of those used to be ours
we picked it out and named it something cute
what, i don't remember
in orbit around this star is a gas giant with a moon
and slowly, ever so slowly, gravity's pull is crushing them together
yeah, they'll be together forever