more zombie b.s.
Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 7:06 pm
Roll over, alarm clock in my ear, I'm hung over, chicks not talkin to clear.
Try to make sense of all the mumbles and cry's, wonderin why, my heart is rushin inside.
She speaks "keep clean of the city streets, these things that we've seen, they gotta thirst for meat" human flesh? Na. This must be a dream, slap myself to wake, but I'm still In the scene,
So I, stand steady both hands are sweaty, I jet to the shed, snatch pop's machette, I wedge it between my dungree's and belt, run inside for a phone line to call for help.
Must be, police, fuckin with me, cause I was greeted with a greeting from a fuckin machine.
Just then, took a turn, seen em' takin turns, greg laid there, blank stare, startin to turn,
Foamin at the lips, spewin blood, when he spitts, I'm stoppin nothin with hits, so I reach for my hip, grip the blade in my fists, claim one limb, turn around to take off runnin, I'm rushin they stumblin, try to hold a focused mind, I know as far as I go they follow close behind...
Wait, its my chance to escape, run thru the grass leap the front gate, thru a couple of yards, reach the corner of 100 n 8th, on my way to that place where I took half my dates... dam wait, its that chick from the house, how'd she get here so quick? And why's there blood on her mouth? Nevermind, don't care for what its about, reach to my waist and pull the blade out, run up take a swing relieve the queen of her wig, run past as she lands on the gravel, I throw my shoulder thru the theater door, fall thru 3 floors till I reach a morge, stand up, scene I seen I could barely believe, was like that zombie movie I saw last week. Haha
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Try to make sense of all the mumbles and cry's, wonderin why, my heart is rushin inside.
She speaks "keep clean of the city streets, these things that we've seen, they gotta thirst for meat" human flesh? Na. This must be a dream, slap myself to wake, but I'm still In the scene,
So I, stand steady both hands are sweaty, I jet to the shed, snatch pop's machette, I wedge it between my dungree's and belt, run inside for a phone line to call for help.
Must be, police, fuckin with me, cause I was greeted with a greeting from a fuckin machine.
Just then, took a turn, seen em' takin turns, greg laid there, blank stare, startin to turn,
Foamin at the lips, spewin blood, when he spitts, I'm stoppin nothin with hits, so I reach for my hip, grip the blade in my fists, claim one limb, turn around to take off runnin, I'm rushin they stumblin, try to hold a focused mind, I know as far as I go they follow close behind...
Wait, its my chance to escape, run thru the grass leap the front gate, thru a couple of yards, reach the corner of 100 n 8th, on my way to that place where I took half my dates... dam wait, its that chick from the house, how'd she get here so quick? And why's there blood on her mouth? Nevermind, don't care for what its about, reach to my waist and pull the blade out, run up take a swing relieve the queen of her wig, run past as she lands on the gravel, I throw my shoulder thru the theater door, fall thru 3 floors till I reach a morge, stand up, scene I seen I could barely believe, was like that zombie movie I saw last week. Haha
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