Raph's Radio - undead! (ruff mix) Lyrics

You might say Last of Us, but I'd say Night of the Living Dead
Have to see it in black and white to get the effect
When I ah, rive on set
Mm
Only play music at the bungalow
But sometimes I think about home and want a Rome
Four zombies rolled up on me, I ain't have a Chrome
But I had found knives off a road when they first rose from the concrete
How it spread, it's a butter poem
One scream from afar and I didn't look
I wondered if it even saw me, then I booked
Another formed from the shadow in the alleyway
It attacked me, I dodged when it swung, then I hooked it
Turn the gas stove on, I cooked it
Kicks to the chest, is it Kush in it
Smoke from the kick, so it must be
Blood everywhere and I'm musty
Mm
Break necks and it's crunching
The head falls and it's slumping, couldn't touch me
It'll never be the end, you don't have to trust me
Find out
We don't care about who you wit, who you wit
You better run quick, you gonna get bit
Ya friend get bit
Ya cousin get bit
Ya uncle get bit
Ya mama get bit
Cause we don't care about who you wit, who you wit
Better run quick or get infected by the undead
The undead
I was in the mall when it happened
I don't need to be in the mall at all, I was lackin
My excuse is I needed a suit, that's where I landed
The fight breaks out, involving the paramedics
A monstrous roar, caves through and that's how I hear it
Police like clear the way, evacuate the building quick
Bystanders stood around, watched, ain't hearin' shit
Land at the crib, they prolly still in there
The irony is I was watchin' horror flicks
Piccolo rappin' to, I promise, the most gorgeous chick
And how excited I am, I just purchased my new Florence ticket
A car slaps the crib, hits the television
People hangin' out the window and they tryna get in
And so I grab a bag and put a camera and a lens in
Passport already in the pocket, get wallet, shoes on and sprinted
So much chaos outside, I thought I lost my mind
I made it to the coast, I built a boat, I hope I float
We don't care about who you wit, who you wit
You better run quick, you gonna get bit
Ya friend get bit
Ya cousin get bit
Ya uncle get bit
Ya mama get bit
Cause we don't care about who you wit, who you wit
Better run quick or get infected by the undead
The undead