ICP: Graveyard

I C P the wicked clowns and Project BornSerial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyardTick to the motherfuckin tockNigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rockNigga trippin in the graveyardJust dont try to play hardIt will be your ass up on the blockUp on the block when I start pullin cardsCuz J will be the barrier2 Dope will be the carrierAnd Project Born is wworn to put a bullet in your derriereIts time to wake the dead and dead and moveAnd then they woke up a lot of soulsAnd hope to hell with the Nitty folkCuz I be dreamin Im dead and goneAnd on the fucken tooth I missMr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head Tryin to be hard to get you thereA nine milla mil will put you therePunk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you thereItll side your fate, if Im movin I be hurtin yaIm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for yaBitches Im a blast and the bitches are never afterThese punk ass thinks hes tryin to throw the casketon the masta, Im fastaYou should of tried to beat me to the ticker yoI dont give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoeDont risk your neck from the brother on the boulevardG-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch its the graveyardStop into the graveyard been chillen here for daysWorkin the graveyard shift diggen up all the gravesSellin all the stiff to the Dead Body ManOne came back to life so then I began to ranThe decrepit motherfucker was followin right behindI dont know what to do, I think Im losin my mindRight then the corpse came jumpin out a treeWay out a tree, and fallin on top of meBack on my feet, a zombie in my facePut my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a braceBut a nope, thats not how the shit goesHis head poped off and started nibblin on my toesI got dead bodies to the rightI got dead bodies to the leftI done took care of one, but what about the rest?Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tombI knew I had to be doomedCause I can hear the loons in my headClear as day, echoin through my brainTellin me somthins wrong then I felt the painIt was nockin down my flesh by the poundBut thats what happens when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawgCome to the graveyard now you see whats goin onYou scarder then a motherfucker shouldnt of brought your ass alongIt aint no place to hide, and it aint no place to runAnd plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gunDont you point your finger though ICP dont ride a hearseYou think its over now, but now its gonna get much worseDeadly hows I play the game, nothin else can fuck with thatSee you wanna dont know what you got, you better duck with thatThe dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin headNow I gotta wake the dead, sleepin on the death bedMr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin bitchIm stealin for the broken hoeSuck on my dick you rich hoeYour daddy got a job and he treat me like a bumBut Im a let his ass know, he can come and get someAnd he aint mean shit to me, comin from the PJP The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin meCause Im diggin graves, graves is what Im digginI cant believe this shit, this niggas still livenSo why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole cardAnd Ill go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyardMy name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffinDeep underground, never to be foundThen my body rots as Im sleepin in peaceCuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceistBut who is this motherfucker knockin at my tomb?Disturbin the worms that are tryin to consume, my bodyIt better be somebody worthy, bastardOh, he he, its the RingmasterGivin me orders to awake from the deadMy body is decayed I need to find a new headAnd a new leg, but then Ill be straightTo crawl from the dirt, and put in some workOne oclock one thirty, two in the morningWicked Clowns ICP and Project BorningAt the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my handsCuz Im the Dead Body ManWicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked FunEiffel eye and T and Southwest become oneAnd in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker cardStraight from the graveyard [repeat]