Lyrics to Graveyard
I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughterin mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fucken tock
Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippen in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the black one
Pullen carcus J will be the Barrier
2 Dope will be the Carrier
And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your darier
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a lot of souls
And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on the fucken tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there
And I'll be able to put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will cary you there
It' will side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta,
I'm fasta. You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullet yard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
Wakin back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepid mutha fucka was followin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me
Back on my feet, as I began my face
Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But I know, thats not how the shit goes
His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the left
I thought the cary one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins dragen me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cuz I can hear the loons in my head
It was dead, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
Thats what happens when you be fucken around in the graveyard
Come to the graveyard now you see whats goin on
You scarder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don't you point your fingure though ICP don't ride a hurse
You think it's over no, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fucken head
Now I gotta wake the dead
Sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no bitch
I'm stealin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me
Commin from the PJP The Project Born
Is slassin but you best be watchin me
Cuz I'm diffin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still livin
So why you gonna play hard?
Brother blow your hole card
And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
Deep underground, never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deciest
But who is this mutha fucka knocken at my tomb?
Desturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, it's the Ringmaster
Giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decade I need to find a new head
And a new leg, but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work
One o'clock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
Effle eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got delt yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard (repeated)
Suck on my nutz bitch
Straight from the graveyard (repeated)
Serial Slaughterin mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fucken tock
Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippen in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the black one
Pullen carcus J will be the Barrier
2 Dope will be the Carrier
And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your darier
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a lot of souls
And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on the fucken tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there
And I'll be able to put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will cary you there
It' will side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta,
I'm fasta. You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullet yard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
Wakin back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepid mutha fucka was followin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me
Back on my feet, as I began my face
Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But I know, thats not how the shit goes
His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the left
I thought the cary one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins dragen me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cuz I can hear the loons in my head
It was dead, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
Thats what happens when you be fucken around in the graveyard
Come to the graveyard now you see whats goin on
You scarder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don't you point your fingure though ICP don't ride a hurse
You think it's over no, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fucken head
Now I gotta wake the dead
Sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no bitch
I'm stealin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me
Commin from the PJP The Project Born
Is slassin but you best be watchin me
Cuz I'm diffin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still livin
So why you gonna play hard?
Brother blow your hole card
And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
Deep underground, never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deciest
But who is this mutha fucka knocken at my tomb?
Desturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, it's the Ringmaster
Giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decade I need to find a new head
And a new leg, but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work
One o'clock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
Effle eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got delt yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard (repeated)
Suck on my nutz bitch
Straight from the graveyard (repeated)
Songwriters: LYDON, JOHN / LEVENE, KEITH / DUDANSKI, RICHARD / WARDLE, JOHN
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
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Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
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