"Zombie Land" is a song by L.E.P Bogus Boys, released on October 31, 2011, for their mixtape Now or Neva. It features Lupe Fiasco on the third verse.[1]
Background[]
In an interview, Dion said of the song, "'Zombieland' was a verse that he [Count] had already. We were late for a studio session and I was in the car barking about being late. I looked to the side and there's Lupe. Moonie hopped out like, 'What's up? Let's do something. We're working on our mixtape. We want you to listen to it.' Moonie asked Lu if he was in the studio and Lu replied 'Nah. I'm actually going to get some sushi next door.' We didn't want a song from Lupe or nothing. We just wanted a drop from him and he was cool with it. We're in the studio and a hour passes. I didn't think he was coming. I go outside and Lupe's trying to get buzzed in. He came in and wanted us to play the tape. We played 'Zombieland' and he started jumping around the studio. He took his glasses off and said 'Oh, shit. Bring that back!' I told him that we needed to make something happen and he cut me off—'Don't worry about it. That Zombieland record. Let's do it.' I didn't even have the sessions or nothing. I called Primo and he came through with the session. Lu didn't use a pen, paper or nothing. He just went in and laid his verse."[2]
Lyrics[]
[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 n***a 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 n***a 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: 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 n***a 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 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 n***a 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 n***a won't lose his mind
Crazy am I.. funny you should ask
Mummy-wrap a n***a, 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: 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 n***a 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 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 n***a
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: 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 n***a 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
References[]
- ↑ Lilah, Rose (October 31, 2011). "Zombie Land". HotNewHipHop.
- ↑ Howard, Ty (October 30, 2011). "Preview: L.E.P. Bogus Boys Feat. Lupe Fiasco - Zombieland". Fake Shore Drive.