This is a parody of the Offspring's 'Pretty fly for a white guy'

Pretty fly for a dead guy.

Abaddon stood on the ruins of an Imperial base on Cadia will a group of Mutants scouring the area for stragglers. Abaddon turns to a nearby Plague Zombie, "now that this strategically vital area has been toppled it is only a matter of time until Cadia is mine and then Terra will be next! Are you listening to me?" Abaddon asks as the Zombie stagers off and music starts to play.

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh. And all the Mutants say I'm pretty fly...

Mutants: ...for a dead guy.

Boss Mutant: Uno dos tres cuatro cinco cinco seis. You know its kinda hard just get along today. Our subject isn't living, but he fakes it anyway. He may not have a pulse, and he may not have style. But everything he lacks, well he makes up for by being veil. So don't debate, a Zombie straight. You know he really doesn't get it anyway. Gonna play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't breath, just overcompensate. At least you'll know you're dead any way, so don't fear you're fate. The universe needs Zombies. Hay, hey, do that undead thing!

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh.

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh. And all the Mutants say I'm pretty fly for dead guy.

Boss Mutant: He needs some cool gifts, not just any will suffice. But he couldn't get Goatheaded, so he got Bloated instead. Now staggering on Cadia, he sees humans as he pass. But if they aren't fast, then he'll kick their lily ass!

The Boss mutant produces a guitar and plays an assume guitar rift.

Boss Mutant: So don't debate, a Zombie straight. You know he really doesn't get it anyway. Gonna play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't breath, just overcompensate. At least you'll know you're dead any way, so don't fear you're fate. The universe loves Zombies. Hey, hey, do that undead thing! Now he's getting an icon yeah, he's getting summoning done. He asked for a Bloodthirster, but he got a Great Unclean One. Traitors say he's moving to slow, and he's not quite strong. But in his own mind he's the one that, one that spurs the Crusade on!

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh.

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh

Mutants: Give it to me baby...

Plague Zombie: uh huh, uh huh. And all the Mutants say I'm pretty fly for a dead guy.

Boss Mutant: Uno dos tres cuatro cinco cinco seis. So don't debate, a Zombie straight. You know he really doesn't get it anyway. Gonna play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't breath, just overcompensate. At least you'll know you're dead any way, so don't fear you're fate. The universe needs Zombies. The universe loves Zombies. Let's get some more Zombies. Hey, hey, do that undead thing!

The Boss mutant continues to play the Guitar as all the Mutants dance in celebration of their victory over the Immerium. Abaddon shakes his head at the dancing mutants, "first the Obliterators and now the Mutants...where will it end? Sigh, as long as I don't start singing it'll be alright" Abaddon groaned.

Author: yes I am aware of just how stupid this is but it's supposed to be. Anyway, I've decided that any time I come up with a Chaos remix of a sound it's going into this fic and much to the despair of the Despoiler, it could be the greatest weapon that Chaos has ever used.