Where My Zombiez At?!

[Intro]
Right now, new at 11 for you, new information on that horrific attack by the MacArthur Causeway. Police were forced to open fire on a naked man who refused to stop chewing the face off of another man. We look into what could have caused this attack and we have new details on just how much of the victim's face was literally bitten off
He had his face completely eaten, uh, from the top of his forehead to, uh, almost his jaw

[Verse 1: 2-Face]
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out The Living Dead
A corpse, sick and peeling, feeling the side of my head
I'm the Prince of Darkness, gotta give me my cred
You sick son of a bitch, tell them what the fuck you said
Out the dirt like The Night of The Living Dead
These zombies are hungry and lookin' to be fed
Blood-red demons and they smell like straight shit
When they start comin' all you hear is this
The Zombiez are coming! I told you back in '07
Fuck a priest, fuck a reverend, I'm sendin' their asses to Heaven
Let it rain dead bodies like if it was back on 9/11
This the end of the world, where do we go now is the question?
Look to us for answers, we'll be your zombie cult leaders
Kill all that hate us, make everybody a believer
Listen to our CD, it'll get you cookin' up a fever
You feel like cravin' for brains, I think the end is now here (Damn!)

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Where are all my Zombiez at?
Insomniacs from front to back
Put yourself into cardiac
Walk with the dead! Where my Zombiez at?
Zombiez! Gotta give me them brains!
Zombiez! Yeah, we leavin' bloodstains!
Zombiez! Gotta give me them brains!
Zombiez! Time to feel my pain!

[Verse 2: Ruthless Rob]
Where my Zombiez at? Insomniacs, hypochondriacs
Your local cemetery's where the fuck you'll find me at
Gettin' drunk on a tombstone, playin' with my dick
Covered in blood and shit, yeah, I know I'm sick
And I only fuck with criminals and troublemakers
You gotta be dead to run with me, something like The Undertaker
Something like a motherfucker living on the edge
Got a pile of dead bodies in my uncle's tool shed
I'm fuckin' too stressed to go on livin'
Everyday I wanna die, get high, and murder women
See me swimmin' in a pool of blood, chillin' with my Zombiez
I wish a motherfucker really would come and try me
I crack your fuckin' skull, pass your brain like a blunt
Nail your body to my wall and let my Zombiez do what they want
I walk with the dead, do the dead man walk
Fuck chalk, bitch, you gettin' outlined in bath salt (What?)

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Where are all my Zombiez at?
Insomniacs from front to back
Put yourself into cardiac
Walk with the dead! Where my Zombiez at?
Zombiez! Gotta give me them brains!
Zombiez! Yeah, we leavin' bloodstains!
Zombiez! Gotta give me them brains!
Zombiez! Time to feel my pain!

[Verse 3: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
I eat your ass alive, bitch, I crave for flesh
I only fuck with wicked shit, alcohol, and death
I snort bath salt then I get naked
And we the voices of a new generation
We The Walking Dead but even more like The Crazies
I'll bite your fuckin' dome, have you drippin' red gravy
I live in an ambulance and sleep in a body bag
Don't check my ID, bitch, check my toe tag
If you're fuckin' dead, then you're a part of our gang
And we keep it wicked when we let our nuts hang
Maggots crawling out my ass, worms crawling out my neck
Isolated Beingz, better show us respect
All my homies are Zombiez and my family is dead
Better call your fuckin' mommy and tell her what I said
Fuck what you heard, my baby mother's a witch
If we're Romero and King, then Dizze is Savini, bitch

[Interlude]
It wasn't just that people were being bit, it is that the person was actually swallowing pieces of his face

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Where are all my Zombiez at?
Insomniacs from front to back
Put yourself into cardiac
Walk with the dead! Where my Zombiez at?
Zombiez! Gotta give me them brains!
Zombiez! Yeah, we leavin' bloodstains!
Zombiez! Gotta give me them brains!
Zombiez! Time to feel my pain!