[Verse 1: Peruvian Flake and Party Robot]
Hanging with the Party Robot from that Lifeseeker song (What up)
Meteor hit, shockwave so strong
With a flash so bright, turned my black hair blonde
Galactic zombies, piled out, Party Robot said, "It's on!"
Little rough around the edges, they've come a long way
Through 40,000 solar systems half across the Milky Way
With some fucked up broken helmets, silver suits half-ripped away
Like Skeletor with way more stench of decay
Looking through my star goggles out the window, what the fuck?!
Aw, hell nah, let's hit a strip club
No more funnin', we runnin', don't wanna get done in
Knocked zombie Buck Roger's head off, that fool kept comin'
Galactic zombies mobbin' a corpus ultra modern
So I bust a Rosie Greir and I cold started sobbin'
Jump in my transporter, I know where we should go
There's this deep dude, Doc Props, he's a righteous bro
[Chorus]
Galactic zombie attack
We sent some clones to space (and then we came back)
There's an undead race with a taste for vengeance
To them your ears and your arms is just a light snack
Galactic zombies coming through the floor
Galactic zombies busting down the door
Piling down your halls, punching hands through walls
You wanna fuck with us, you better have huge balls
Hanging with the Party Robot from that Lifeseeker song (What up)
Meteor hit, shockwave so strong
With a flash so bright, turned my black hair blonde
Galactic zombies, piled out, Party Robot said, "It's on!"
Little rough around the edges, they've come a long way
Through 40,000 solar systems half across the Milky Way
With some fucked up broken helmets, silver suits half-ripped away
Like Skeletor with way more stench of decay
Looking through my star goggles out the window, what the fuck?!
Aw, hell nah, let's hit a strip club
No more funnin', we runnin', don't wanna get done in
Knocked zombie Buck Roger's head off, that fool kept comin'
Galactic zombies mobbin' a corpus ultra modern
So I bust a Rosie Greir and I cold started sobbin'
Jump in my transporter, I know where we should go
There's this deep dude, Doc Props, he's a righteous bro
[Chorus]
Galactic zombie attack
We sent some clones to space (and then we came back)
There's an undead race with a taste for vengeance
To them your ears and your arms is just a light snack
Galactic zombies coming through the floor
Galactic zombies busting down the door
Piling down your halls, punching hands through walls
You wanna fuck with us, you better have huge balls
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