Shuffling and thumping outside the door
Moaning and groaning, hungry for gore
No one knows from whence they came
We only know they want our brains
We've nailed up all our wooden boards
Trying to slow the zombie hordes
Every man, woman, and child clutches a gun
Praying they all live to see the next sun
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1 comment:
WOW.
That was amazingly ridiculously hilarious!!!
Nice rhymes, as well.
BALLIN!
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