COD BO: Damned Not Dead

* = Chorus

 

 

( 0:19)

*Click, click, pow, goes my first Sally.

Running through the dead, cornered in a alley.

Spreading out the lead, Slimming out the rally.

Time to pull the best in this forsaken valley.

 

Windows boarded up, doors are locked tight.

Looking fucked up, in this eerie light.

These bodies so corrupt, but burn so bright.

The dead's time is up, now it's time for our fight.*

 

 

When I come I bring the guys with me,

no stopping the slayers now.

They bring a one-sided fight. Ya feel me?

Locked, cocked, bullets fly and don't stop.

Body's drops faster than obese mall-cops at I-Hop!

 

My points rise to the top when tagged.

When I get the vantage point, zombies get fragged like mad.

Glad to be here, but it's really sad to see

element 115 be used so poorly, it honestly bores me.

 

Woah!

Honestly, getting a little tipsy.

That Tombstone really hit me,

or was that a little revive?

Still, no need for strife.

I got a Bowie Knife, Quick-revive, and a ole' fave' the Hades!

When you've seen what I've seen,

you won't stop me.

You copy?

Richtofen's the cause of these mobs of undead.

So try this on instead.

When you feel the stress,

don't hold your breath,

you'll soon be blessed

with a Insta-kill.

Who needs to aim for the head?

 

Woo!

Hitting the double digits now.

 

( 1:26)

*Click, click, pow, goes my first Sally.

Running through the dead, cornered in a alley.

Spreading out the lead, Slimming out the rally.

Time to pull the best in this forsaken valley.

 

 

Windows boarded up, doors are locked tight.

Looking fucked up, in this eerie light.

These bodies so corrupt, but burn so bright.

The dead's time is up, now it's time for our fight.*

 

Man, I sooooo got this.

 

When I drop a nuke, all of the zed are unhappy.

When I pack-a-punch, girls call me flashy daddy.

Call my shot a fluke, it will get real nasty.

When I point and shoot, I look real classy.

 

I'm bound for some clips about now.

But wait! Richie's sound for the hounds!

Hands and feet can be bound,

but I'll takeout these greyhounds.

I can feel the other players hate me now.

But their fates soon rebound in hell's playground!

 

Click, click, pow, goes both my Sally's.

Running through the dead, cornered in a alley.

Spreading out the lead, Slimming out the rally.

Better than the rest, just call me dandy.

 

Windows tore up, doors are open wide.

Things are looking up, in this endless fight.

These bodies so corrupt, but die so right.

Next round coming up, anybody got a light?