[Intro]
Ahh, brains
Jesus, fuck me in the ass, Christ, I swear I killed that guy
You’ve been in the joint too long Al, you’ve turned into a fucking pussy
Ahh, ah, argh (The fuck?)
[Verse 1]
Apocalypse or not, things don’t change a bit
We must escape this place, it’s a big pile of shit
The guard was possessed, he wasn’t a man
But the zombie dance party can’t deter us from our plan
Step one, we gotta find the Warden’s key
Step two, find every single plane piece
Step three, we’re gonna build the plane, don’t be late
Step four, fly to the Golden Gate
[Chorus]
We bad motherfuckers, just keeping it real
OG gangsters, we’re the real deal
Blasting our way out of Alcatraz, blowin’ their heads off with our Blundergats
Gotta stop Brutus, he’ll disable our perks
Setting up the traps and praying that they work
Mortal mobsters fightin’ the Mob Of The Dead (Whoo)
[Verse 2]
One, two, three and to the four, Hells Retriever dropping zombies all over the Floor
Five, six, seven to the eight, upgrade Retriever to Redeemer, now it’s startin’ to rape
Of every shank I’ve ever used, the best’s the one that I’m holdin’
Good for eatin’ and it’s classy, it’s a spork and it’s golden
Upgrade the Blundergat to an Acid Gat, blowin’ ‘em up with an acidic splat
Blowin’ out my brains to go to Afterlife
Shock the Voltmeter, then I jump right back to life
Call me “crazy,” but I think this is fun
After all, every gangster loves shootin’ a gun
Ahh, brains
Jesus, fuck me in the ass, Christ, I swear I killed that guy
You’ve been in the joint too long Al, you’ve turned into a fucking pussy
Ahh, ah, argh (The fuck?)
[Verse 1]
Apocalypse or not, things don’t change a bit
We must escape this place, it’s a big pile of shit
The guard was possessed, he wasn’t a man
But the zombie dance party can’t deter us from our plan
Step one, we gotta find the Warden’s key
Step two, find every single plane piece
Step three, we’re gonna build the plane, don’t be late
Step four, fly to the Golden Gate
[Chorus]
We bad motherfuckers, just keeping it real
OG gangsters, we’re the real deal
Blasting our way out of Alcatraz, blowin’ their heads off with our Blundergats
Gotta stop Brutus, he’ll disable our perks
Setting up the traps and praying that they work
Mortal mobsters fightin’ the Mob Of The Dead (Whoo)
[Verse 2]
One, two, three and to the four, Hells Retriever dropping zombies all over the Floor
Five, six, seven to the eight, upgrade Retriever to Redeemer, now it’s startin’ to rape
Of every shank I’ve ever used, the best’s the one that I’m holdin’
Good for eatin’ and it’s classy, it’s a spork and it’s golden
Upgrade the Blundergat to an Acid Gat, blowin’ ‘em up with an acidic splat
Blowin’ out my brains to go to Afterlife
Shock the Voltmeter, then I jump right back to life
Call me “crazy,” but I think this is fun
After all, every gangster loves shootin’ a gun
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