If it’s a zombie apocalypse? (nahhh) I’m not running, I’m not hiding — I’m drop-kicking undead heads like field goals. (goal!!!) While y’all are out here crafting weapons, I’m suplexing corpses through Walmart aisles. (rollback prices!) Forget barricading doors, I’m inviting them in for the rematch. (round two, baby!) Chorus: Zombies walkin’ in? (let ‘em come!) Brains on the menu? (I’m number one!) They knockin’ at the door? (I swing it wide!) Welcome to the fight — hope you like this ride! Verse 2: If it’s the Walmart parking lot? (yessir!) I’m not cooling down, I’m not chillin’ — I’m pile-driving undead on hot asphalt. (stay down!) While y’all are out here packing beach towels, I’m choke-slamming corpses onto shopping carts. (half-off!) Forget heading home, I’m marching straight to the pool party. (splash zone, baby!) Chorus: Zombies walkin’ in? (let ‘em come!) Brains on the menu? (I’m number one!) They knockin’ at the door? (I swing it wide!) Welcome to the fight — hope you like this ride! Verse 3: Finally made it to the pool? (oh yeah!) Come to find out… that’s next week. (wait, what?) So now I’m choke-slamming zombies in an empty deep end. (hollow splash!) While y’all are out here arguing over sunscreen, I’m drop-kicking undead lifeguards through the snack bar. (nachos everywhere!) Forget swimming — I’m cannonballing straight into concrete. (brain freeze, baby!)
