Lyrics

(Intro) What the hell are they? They're us that's all When there's no more room in hell When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth They kill for one reason They kill for food What the hell are they? When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth (Verse 1: Komatose) I creep out the grave when people be comin' through Black Blood Cemetery, I thought you fuckin' knew Komatose, a violent man, in the world of the living Just 'cause i'm dead, you think i'm gonna stop killing? Please bitch, you can go straight to hell With an icepick to the neck and then i'll drop you down a wishing well Rukus: Bye, bye motherfucker And once it's said and done, i'll look for another victim Satbbin', stickin', brain's i'm lickin', skin' i'm rippin' and graves i'm diggin' And once a-fuckin'-gain, i'm rich bitch set trippin' Richies ain't worth shit but a half a dime a dozen And only three cents when the chainsaw's buzzin' It tears into human flesh oh so quick Uncle Koma's many corpses told you I was sick When you think it's over, just when you think it's safe Hot poker to the head then it exits out your fuckin' face Like Silent Hill, i'll flip your world around Don't be afraid to shake my hand if you see it stickin' out the ground Just shake it, say "what up bitch?" Haha (Interlude) What's up motherfucker? Kryptik's runnin' shit Two tripple 0 You know what i'm sayin? Komatose and Rukus, yeah Blackblood Cemetery I thought you knew Out the grave (Verse 2: Rukus) Well i'm comin' out the grave and i'm lookin' for some warm flesh I'll ravage your body and leave you lyin' in a bloody mess 'Cause i'm a freak, night of the creeps, whatever the fuck you call it Representin' Cutthroat, these rhymes are from the vault Visions of all the horrors yo, my microphone is from blessed I'm quick to grip my fist and rip your heart right out ya chest You know it's Rukus, the diciple of the walking dead A Kryptik killer roamin' the earth in search of human head So I rock the mic like a horrorcore witch docter I got body parts in my trunk, call it the meat locker Just like Chaka, I got zapped but i'm back up in this piece My fuckin' posse consists of all the recently deceased I gots to go, i'll sign off with this wicked flow Cutthroat, Kryptik runnin' shit in two triple 0 I thought ya knew Yo hoe, I gotta go (Outro) X3 When there's no more room in hell Black Blood Cemetery I'm comin' out the grave Yo Temple of the dea bitch Temple of the motherfuckin' dead bitch Waht the hell are they? Yeah, makin' all you bitches scream When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth