Zombie Apocalypse Freestyle

World gone black, streets smell of rust,

Ashes in the air, every step breeds distrust.

Brains on the menu, but I ain't a chef,

Walking dead shuffle, dodging death's breath.

Eyes hollow, soul swallowed, echoes in the mist,

Chomping on survival, every moment's a twist.

Chainsaw symphony, ripping through the screams,

Horror on the horizon, stitched into my dreams.

Zombie of the apocalypse, running through the night,

Teeth clattering, shadows scatter in fright.

Rotting world, but I’m still alive,

Dead keep coming, but I thrive, I survive.

Cemetery stomping, dirt clings to my kicks,

Corpse parade marching, apocalypse flicks.

Wrist wrapped tight in barbed wire bands,

Hands of the clock tick, soaked in red sands.

Hunger in their growl, decay in their stride,

But I’m slick with the moves, got my pride as my guide.

Brains on their wishlist, but I’m off the grid,

Escape plan coded, I’m the last of the kids.

Moans in the distance, vultures in the sky,

I’m the lone wolf, howl, never say goodbye.

Graves pop open, party for the damned,

But I’m the DJ, spin the world in my hand.