Icp - Graveyard lyrics

I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born

Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard

Tick to the motherfuckin tock

Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock

Nigga trippin in the graveyard

Just don't try to play hard

It will be your ass up on the block

Up on the block when I start pullin cards

Cuz J will be the barrier

2 Dope will be the carrier

And Project Born is wworn to put a bullet in your derriere

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 74 to 94 took two to the head

Tryin to be hard to get you there

A nine milla mil will put you there

Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you there

It'll 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 boulevard

G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch 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

One came back to life so then I began to ran

The decrepit motherfucker 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, a zombie in my face

Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace

But a nope, that's 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 done took care of one, but what about the rest?

Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tomb

I knew I had to be doomed

Cause I can hear the loons in my head

Clear as day, echoin through my brain

Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain

It was nockin down my flesh by the pound

But that's what happens

when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg

Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on

You scarder then a motherfucker shouldn't of brought your ass along

It ain't no place to hide, and it ain't no place to run

And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun

Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a hearse

You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse

Deadly hows I play the game, nothin 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 fuckin head

Now I gotta wake the dead, sleepin on the death bed

Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin 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, comin from the PJP

The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me

Cause I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin

I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven

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 deceist

But who is this motherfucker knockin at my tomb?

Disturbin the worms that are tryin to consume, my body

It better be somebody worthy, bastard

Oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster

Givin me orders to awake from the dead

My body is decayed 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

Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one

And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card

Straight from the graveyard [repeat]