Karate chop, off with their head
Karate chop, their better off dead

How do you kill something that's
already dead, I must find that
answear before I can rest my head.

I fell foul to a evil exorcist, he raised
an army of the undead using only his magic fist.
Kwan Yong-Moon the korean killing machine
owning the world that's his dream.

Karate chop, off with their head
Kartate chop, their better off dead.

I hope I have the power
to kill within the hour
rotting samurai flesh
putting me to the test

Karate chop, off with their head
karate chop, their better off dead

death to the zombie's, heaven
bless their soul. their bodies
will be back in hell, burning on coal

spear through the forehead
as i re-murder the undead
the dynasty stands strong
because i am king kong

Karate chop, off with their head
Karate chop, their better off dead

Face my kingdom, you brought
the pack, you all fell to me and my
golden axe.

off with your head, you know that now,
now stay dead, as I stand proud.
Kwan Yong-Moon, you fell to me
rise up again and you will meet the
same destiny!

thank you mirror

Thank you jedigirl

Very nice...I love your style