Zombies
Your face is falling off
But I understand
Zombies need love too
Open ya hands get on the floor
Here come the dick, open the door
Diggin it out, you did this before
Dick in ya mouth, ass on the floor
Come over here, put this on ya face
Love how that ass, bigger than ya waste
Feelin the pace have more than a taste
Already great, but your still an eight
What did I say, I'm digging ya thighs
How much can you take? That's not a prob
This is my squad, can they come too?
Invite ya girls they can swim in the lake
I like ya Red Bottoms
Give you a red bottom
You and your shoes match
Look at them bottoms
Zombies
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
You fuckin up my pants with ya makeup
Send that pussy to Mars, open the space
Dope in the face but your sober as fuck
Hope I'm not holding you up when I'm holding you up
Got me open as fuck in the clutch
What has happened to the month
You lightyears ahead with the head
I might ask you more than just once
Walk away like a zombie my land of the dead
Here's what I said, here's the surprise
This is the time, for ya shine
Let me do the craziest things
You just recline for a while
I like ya Red Bottoms
Give you a red bottom
You and your shoes match
Look at them bottoms
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
You fuckin up my pants with ya makeup
Poppin it slow, popping it fast
Not poppin the corn, ya poppin that ass
Big to the little do it till it dribble
Put it on ya tongue then rub it on ya nipple
Meat on the griddle you be the heat
I'll be the corpse, you be the sheet
Smack it, it ripples I'm workin the middle
Worship the pickle (God please forgive me)
Diggin the time I'm spending inside
You are the bomb I'm ejecting the missile
I don't want to diss you, it is this simple
I'm defusing the fire that is within you
I like ya Red Bottoms
Give you a red bottom
You and your shoes match
Look at them bottoms
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
You fuckin up my pants with ya makeup
But I understand
Zombies need love too
Open ya hands get on the floor
Here come the dick, open the door
Diggin it out, you did this before
Dick in ya mouth, ass on the floor
Come over here, put this on ya face
Love how that ass, bigger than ya waste
Feelin the pace have more than a taste
Already great, but your still an eight
What did I say, I'm digging ya thighs
How much can you take? That's not a prob
This is my squad, can they come too?
Invite ya girls they can swim in the lake
I like ya Red Bottoms
Give you a red bottom
You and your shoes match
Look at them bottoms
Zombies
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
You fuckin up my pants with ya makeup
Send that pussy to Mars, open the space
Dope in the face but your sober as fuck
Hope I'm not holding you up when I'm holding you up
Got me open as fuck in the clutch
What has happened to the month
You lightyears ahead with the head
I might ask you more than just once
Walk away like a zombie my land of the dead
Here's what I said, here's the surprise
This is the time, for ya shine
Let me do the craziest things
You just recline for a while
I like ya Red Bottoms
Give you a red bottom
You and your shoes match
Look at them bottoms
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
You fuckin up my pants with ya makeup
Poppin it slow, popping it fast
Not poppin the corn, ya poppin that ass
Big to the little do it till it dribble
Put it on ya tongue then rub it on ya nipple
Meat on the griddle you be the heat
I'll be the corpse, you be the sheet
Smack it, it ripples I'm workin the middle
Worship the pickle (God please forgive me)
Diggin the time I'm spending inside
You are the bomb I'm ejecting the missile
I don't want to diss you, it is this simple
I'm defusing the fire that is within you
I like ya Red Bottoms
Give you a red bottom
You and your shoes match
Look at them bottoms
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
Why you come in here with ya makeup
You fuckin up my pants with ya makeup
Credits
Writer(s): Homar Wilson
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