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• Artiste: Voltaire
• Titre: Bunnypocalypse
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I shot out of bed. It was Easter morning, only 8 A.M. "I should still be snoring." But I heard a cry comin' from the crypts. And there, before my weary eyes, was a Bunnypocalypse. I was kinda stunned. I looked all around. There was Easter Eggs scattered on the ground. Then they cracked wide open and, comin' out in waves, was a zombie bunny horde from beyond the grave. A black cat crossed my path and said he had nothin' to fear. "Hey, cat, you don't know jack 'cause the Haremageddon's here." "Tap. Tap. Double tap to send them back to their crypts." Keep a gun at your hips and a prayer on your lips for the Bunnypocalypse. Keep a gun at your hips and a prayer on your lips for the Bunnypocalypse. I turned, and there I saw a Druid. He was mixin' up some magic fluid. He told me, "Easter was a Pagan holiday, and it's been Christian long enough. And we're takin' it back today!" I called Chuck Norris and the Boondock Saints. Called the Pope in Rome. They all told me to wait. I called Bruce Campbell. Got him on the phone. He said, "Keep your chin up, boy, 'cause now you're on your own." A black cat crossed my path and said he had nothin' to fear. "Hey, cat, you don't know jack 'cause the Haremageddon's here." "Tap. Tap. Double tap to send them back to their crypts." Keep a gun at your hips and a prayer on your lips for the Bunnypocalypse. Keep a gun at your hips and a prayer on your lips for the Bunnypocalypse.