He's a zombie, yeah, the one under my bed,

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"This one is for all you zombie freaks... it's called the zombie under my bed"

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He's a zombie, yeah, the one under my bed,

Green as fuck, but he's for real, it's said.

We get high, take hits from the bong, ain't no lie,

He looks dead, wait, he is dead, reachin' for the sky.

He ain't payin' rent, nah, he just chills instead,

My number one homie, the zombie under my bed.

He's a real green motherfuckin' fool, a different kinda breed,

Crawled out the graveyard to fulfill his greed.

Not for brains, nah, that's a tired-ass trope,

He's after my Hot Pockets and my last can of soda, nope.

He looks dead, wait, he is dead, skin is green and saggin',

But when the beat drops, his one good foot starts taggin'.

This fucking green zombie, he's so goddamn cool,

Breaks all the laws of nature, spits on every rule.

He's my ride or die, literally, the dude already died,

So when the cops roll up, he's got the perfect place to hide.

Thick in the head, yeah, you could say his brain's rotted,

Ask him for the time, and he just stares blankly, drool-spotted.

This ain't no fairy tale, this is my reality,

My roommate's got a negative pulse and zero salary.

I tried to get him active, said, "Yo, let's play some tennis,"

He swung the racket, his arm came off, a ligament-laced menace.

Clumsy as fuck, a walking, moaning disaster,

Stumbles on a flat floor, can't walk any faster.

Took him to my mate's party, thought we'd represent,

He was head-banging to the bass, then his whole damn head went-
POP!

flew across the room and landed in the pizza dip,

My mate's girl screamed, I said, "Chill, just let him trip."

Put it back on backwards, now he's walking into walls,

Answers when the wrong name's called, trips and always falls.

Caught him tryna eat my dog, my german shepherd,

Had to smack his decaying jaw, like, "That's enough, bro!"

He's stupid and he's jobless, a certified bum,

But he's the realest G I know, even if he's deaf and dumb.

Yeah, the zombie under my bed, my main man, Zed,

The illest, greenest motherfucker, straight outta the dead.

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Yo, listen up, lemme drop some truth, it's outta sight,

Got a roommate, yeah, ain't no human, that's right.

He ain't payin' rent, don't even shower, gross and grim,

But this ain't no ghost story, this is 'bout my best friend, him.

Yeah, the zombie under my bed, don't act surprised, fam,

Green as fuck, he a real muthafuckin' scam.

He ain't breathin', mind you, that's a given, he's deceased,

But his company's invaluable, a comfort, to say the least.

He look dead? Wait, he is dead, that's the whole damn point,

But he's a loyal homie, never leaves me out in joint.

He eats all my food, yeah, that's a given, no debate,

From the leftover pizza to the cereal, seals my fate.

But I ain't trippin', 'cause the good times outweigh the bad,

He got no job, just chills, makes me feel not so sad.

My zombie, dead and thick in the head, that's a fact,

But he's the realest G, always got my back.

He's a zombie, yeah, the one under my bed,

Green as fuck, but he's for real, it's said.

We get high, take hits from the bong, ain't no lie,

He looks dead, wait, he is dead, reachin' for the sky.

Tried to play tennis with the dude, yeah, that was a scene,

His racket swing was clumsy, man, a ridiculous routine.

He swung and missed, his whole damn head just popped right off!,

Fell on the court, bounced like a ball, I almost coughed,

Up a lung from laughin', he was clumsy as can be,

But that's my zombie, man, just rollin' with decree.

Took him to my mate's party, thought it'd be a blast,

He was actin' out, then his head rolled, moved too fast.

It landed in the punch bowl, floating like a Gummy Bear,

My mates freaked out, but I just grabbed it, said "Don't you care?".

"He's just a bit unhinged, he's sensitive, you see,"

He used to live in a graveyard, so it's hard to break free.

From those old habits, that decomposition funk,

But he's cool, man, the fucking zombie is so punk.

He's a zombie, yeah, the one under my bed,

Green as fuck, but he's for real, it's said.

We get high, take hits from the bong, ain't no lie,

He looks dead, wait, he is dead, reachin' for the sky.

He tried to eat my dog once, that was a slight concern,

But I smacked him upside the head, told him "You gotta learn!".

He's stupid, sure, and brainless, a classic zombie trait,

But he's loyal, man, he never judges, seals my fate.

He's my zombie, and he's here to stay, no doubt.

Under my bed, my silent partner, screamin' loud.

In his own dead way, a friend in every sense,

Even if he's rotten, man, he makes perfect sense.

Yeah, the fucking zombie lives under my bed,

And we just chill, man, ain't nothin' more to be said.

He's a zombie, yeah, the one under my bed,

Green as fuck, but he's for real, it's said.

We get high, take hits from the bong, ain't no lie,

He looks dead, wait, he is dead, reachin' for the sky.