Are you bout it bout it'? *whispering* (bout it, bout it). LOL!

[Zombie]

What I've gathered, is intricate. A splatter....SO intimate.
You’re lathered. My instrument. Leaves the bronze’ blood-stained
Regards, a jab. To your impotence. Praise the Gods.
Feng Shui
Praise Allah. Gun play to the next level. Shooting daggers at militants.
I’m more of a natural stimulant. Unless the Adderalls© limitless.
& Zom's a half animal simulate. Adapting adapters along my Velociraptor-tipped ligaments
And if Gods’ the Rapture?
I'm involved. In manners with Project Manhattan. A physicist
This is all but natural. Constituent.
With a lab-coat giving an alien’ - brain surgery.
In a castle, with lit candles under a alias name. Courtesy.
The lightning blade.
Now slicing about an eighth of it's thalamus perfectly *chainsaw whirrs*
The incision so entirely mutant, my scalpel turned into a human
And with a fervent spatial range. Arranged by laser ray mercury.
Layered in a kamehameha wave circuitry. Labelled "KEEP AWAY". Urgently
With both hands soaked. In no-mans land. Negative 10,003.
With no pounds or gravity. Space suit. Not even a ghost could float.
My idea of fun is a hundred wive blowjob dessert.
Lord. I’m so gone, it’s worthless..
It works.
And let the truth be told further. I don't promote violence. I just encourage murder
You’d be puzzled by my affinity for forming synthesized super novas from dirt.
I only grapple over-the-arm RPG’s cause it very nicely shoulders the hurt.
It’s all fun and games, til’ the mummified robots emerge.
Exercising their rights to bear synchronized load guns that burst.
Comin’ by? Fuck Goodbyes. I’M LEAVING EARTH by drinking pints of liquefied Zoloft in spurts
It's systemized. Get hypnotized by the slithered slime Cobra. Coerced.
So upset with your past deeds, you can feel the mess ups?
And it’s clear as day. And the light you see is a field of spectrum's
What if zombies aren’t dead, and we’re the dead ones?