The Graveyard

Lyrics

[Skit] *Laughing* I hate it I'm too scared I'm [?] walking through the graveyard Who's-what's that? Who's out there? Who are you? Who are you? *Whistling* Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! [Intro: Violent J] ICP the wicked clowns and Project Born Serial slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard [Verse 1: Frank Nitty] Tick to the motherfuckin' tock Nigga the clique from Project Born and ICP are here to rock Nigga trippin' in the graveyard, bitch, don't try to play hard It will be your ass up on the block, when I start pullin' cards 'Cause J will be the burier, 2 Dope will be the carrier And Project Born is sworn to put a bullet in your derriere It's time to wake the dead the dead are movin' and they woke up A lot of souls and hope like what the hell will Nitty spoke? 'Cause I be dreamin' I'm dead and gone And on that fuckin' tombstone read Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head Tryin' to be hard will get you there, anine milla mil will put you there Punk ass nigga to do your hair and six motherfuckers to carry you there Suicide is certain' best believe that I be hurtin' ya I'm puttin' in work I do much dirt so call it curtains for ya Bitches I'm a blast ya, no fuckin' ever after These punk ass niggas keep tryin to throw the casket On the masta, I'm fasta, you should of tried to beat me to the funeral I don't give a fuck, it's Mr. Nitty R.I.P.'n hoes Come flesh get next from the brother on the boulevard G-R-A-V-E-Y-A-R-D bitch it's the graveyard [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] Stompin' through the graveyard been chillin' here for days Workin' the graveyard shift diggin' up all the graves Sellin' all the stiffs 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 Slipped my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace But uhhh, nope, that's not how the shit goes His head popped off and started nibblin' at 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 somethin's wrong then I felt the pain They was snackin' on my flesh by the pound But that's what happens, when you be fuckin' around At the graveyard, dawg [Instrumental Hook] [Verse 3: Half Pint] Come through the graveyard now you see what's goin' on You scareder 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 shotgun Now I'ma complete your funeral, ICP gon' drive the hearse You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse Deadly's how I play the game, nothin' else can fuck with that See you on the corner with your gat, you better duck with that The dead gon' come alive and decapitate your fuckin' head Now, I gotta wake the dead, sleepin' on the death bed Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, kill you and your fuckin' bitch I'm stealin' for the broke and po', suck 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 It ain't even shit to me, comin' from the PJB A Project Born assassin but the Feds be watchin' me 'Cause I'm diggin' graves, graves is what I'm diggin' I can't believe this shit, this nigga still livin' So why you wanna play hard? I'ma pull your ho card And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard [Verse 4: Violent J] My name is Violent J and I be sleepin' in a coffin Deep underground, never to be found Then my body rots as I'm sleepin' in peace 'Cause nobody dares to ever wake the deceased 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 mornin' Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Bornin' At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands 'Cause I'm the Dead Body Man Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun F-L-I-N-T and Southwest become one And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker's card Straight from the graveyard [Outro] Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Suck on my nuts bitch Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard