[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!
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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