Zombie Waffle
Why don't you be my
Why don't you be my
Why don't you be my
Why Don't you be my
Zombie Waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
I know it might sound a little awful
But I want you as my zombie waffle.
Cuz you're a zombie, but yet you're so sweet
Let me sweep you off your feet
Slam you on the concrete
Make love to your corpse, so deadly and still
Before you died, we made a deal
I asked if you'd be my date one night
I'd woulda been so nice and treated you right
But you said no and to go, although...
You stated I could fuck you if you only went below
So here I am, in the back of your funeral
And all I gotta say, "damn girl you look beautiful"
Laying in your coffin case
Some say I'm a mental case
But all I can say is I love your cut-up face
Lassorated and cut deep beneath
kissing on her lips I can feel she has no teeth
Is it perhaps that I knocked them down her throat
Pointed and laughed at her while she choked
Tried to apologize but you started to yell
But now I apologize for your hideous smell
You shoulda known what I'd do for you
For you, I had to make you black and blue
Aw fuck... girl now I feel awful
Let us befriend, why don't you be my
Zombie Waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Got my waffle on my plate but it's trying to escape
Try to blend in with the pictures of the landscape
Runnin away its got my Butter dripping Syrup
Fuck the fuck around, gonna make me erupt
Blowing off the top, I'm fuckin explodin'
Some heads gonna be blowin'
When this is done loading
Grab my woman straight offa that floor
I ran with her right out the backdoor
Threw her in my car I'm ready to roll
But before we take a ride let me smoke another bowl
Put the pipe up to my lips and take a hit
Fuckin judge me some more, call me a misfit
See my fist? well, it is legit!
Bitch come see me in the motha fuckin mosh pit!
Slowly lay her back in her fancy casket
I didn't think that she would last it
But you did baby, I'm so proud of you
I'll see you tomorrow, the next day too
Dig you back up and we're ready to go
When it hits dawn I send you back below
I love you when you are dead
Cuz of all the shit that you've said
You'd never be mine so I had to break your spine
But now that your dead, everything is fine
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Why don't you be my
Why don't you be my
Why Don't you be my
Zombie Waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
I know it might sound a little awful
But I want you as my zombie waffle.
Cuz you're a zombie, but yet you're so sweet
Let me sweep you off your feet
Slam you on the concrete
Make love to your corpse, so deadly and still
Before you died, we made a deal
I asked if you'd be my date one night
I'd woulda been so nice and treated you right
But you said no and to go, although...
You stated I could fuck you if you only went below
So here I am, in the back of your funeral
And all I gotta say, "damn girl you look beautiful"
Laying in your coffin case
Some say I'm a mental case
But all I can say is I love your cut-up face
Lassorated and cut deep beneath
kissing on her lips I can feel she has no teeth
Is it perhaps that I knocked them down her throat
Pointed and laughed at her while she choked
Tried to apologize but you started to yell
But now I apologize for your hideous smell
You shoulda known what I'd do for you
For you, I had to make you black and blue
Aw fuck... girl now I feel awful
Let us befriend, why don't you be my
Zombie Waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Got my waffle on my plate but it's trying to escape
Try to blend in with the pictures of the landscape
Runnin away its got my Butter dripping Syrup
Fuck the fuck around, gonna make me erupt
Blowing off the top, I'm fuckin explodin'
Some heads gonna be blowin'
When this is done loading
Grab my woman straight offa that floor
I ran with her right out the backdoor
Threw her in my car I'm ready to roll
But before we take a ride let me smoke another bowl
Put the pipe up to my lips and take a hit
Fuckin judge me some more, call me a misfit
See my fist? well, it is legit!
Bitch come see me in the motha fuckin mosh pit!
Slowly lay her back in her fancy casket
I didn't think that she would last it
But you did baby, I'm so proud of you
I'll see you tomorrow, the next day too
Dig you back up and we're ready to go
When it hits dawn I send you back below
I love you when you are dead
Cuz of all the shit that you've said
You'd never be mine so I had to break your spine
But now that your dead, everything is fine
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Zombie waffle
Credits
Writer(s): Brooke Bradford
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