Zombie Land

[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! [Hook] [Verse 2: Moonie] Can't kill me with a silver bullet, think before you pull it Can't stab me with a dagger, I'm in black nigga hooded Good riddens, rock-a-bye by ya baby we don't pass em out You crazy, only way to make it here is Human sacrifice of life, we ain't satisfied We don't trying to rationalize War time, shoot any cop we see, passers-by Night of the living dead epidemic Sell a fiend a bad rock, he try to come back and kill ya It's alive! Young Frankenstein See the screws in my head so a nigga won't lose his mind Crazy am I.. funny you should ask Mummy-wrap a nigga, now put the money in the bag Yea, I'm coming for you homie, hear them footsteps? You paranoid cause ain't nobody in your hood left Yeah, have you ever played the Quiet Game? Put this banger in your mouth and swallow the entire thing! [Hook] [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] These horror stories and tales from the dark side You know who I is, on my gig like a hard drive You know how I work: Voorhees every verse Th-th-these horror stories and tales from the Dark Side You know who I is, on my gig like a hard drive You know how I work: Vorhees every verse Dexter under pressure, when I'm not I'm even worse Streets go crazy every time the moon lifts Wolves on the prowl now, witches on the broomsticks You can hear em cry out, hollers and the screams I just sit back and smile call me Happy Halloween! But no Pumpkin Head nigga Slept on what I said, now Fred up in bed with ya Never been sweet, not even in my dreams Loyalty and royalty, call me Stephen King I mean, gave you The Cool like Fonzie Biggie Smalls' ghost, 2Pac's zombie Count on the cook, Moonie on the look Hitchcock on the beat, Candyman on the hook! [Hook]