plants vs. zombies
Singer:dan bull
you're about to meet my gatling pea
i send you back to sleep;
you can come and take a dirt nap with me
you must be low on chloroplasts
because your raps are weak
i'm causing a solar eclipse
for the whole of your clique
so nobody's growing an inch
'til i roll over you: pins
you've got all the greens
so it's kind of ironic that your efforts seem fruitless
you better be very scared of us
we're temporarily vegetarians
yeah but comparing plants vs zombies
is apples and oranges. that's cos we're opposites: capitalists and communists-
you can't do half the practical shit that monty don could do
i'm the sweetest glucose producer
bring your whole ground force
so don't doubt i won't go down low
the grass is always greener
baseball star wth my face all scarred
i will raid your garden and take your car-
that's why i said that i would take your car
really? i was thinking what a wanker you are
that's one fewer task that i must do now
feel the flower power of my power flower
our powers combined will keep you routed for hours
the jack bauer of flowers
i smack cowboys and doubters
keep them out of my house!
i think i'm having a salad
'til the dirt is a path and i'll prove
i'm the top rapper in the popcap back catalogue
when you all attacked i'd have thought you must be insane
if it weren't for the mutual lack of a functioning brain
it ain't wise to go against the grain
i'm a thorn in your side causing no end of pain
it's a joke you think your flowers are powerful
you know the tower defence
you're just cadavers in morgues
but you could even be defeated by a shambling corpse
cause you can see the bone in my head
because i put a cone on my head
i don't need to be clever
and i'm not entirely sure
why there are hordes of violent corpses
at the side of the lawn either
but we are inclined to use force
well i'd say that you brainless failures
but that ain't the way that i do away with my waste
if you ain't hearing this
i make you face my acespearagus
there ain't a way that i can make it clearer than this: liches should know
i ditch the bitches and hoes
and so i'm soaking you pricks with my hose
you're in deep shit now: fertilizer
i'll chow down on your hard fiber into my carcass
cause it's harvest time and i'm the combine harvester
if he had a kid with rick ross
i'm boasting on bumping beats
'bout roasting you punks like pumpkin seeds