Wut Tha Dead Like (Twiztid’s Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Madrox] Figgy, fuck today Grab it by the throat Madrox! Monoxide! Tell 'em what the dead like! [Verse 1: Monoxide] What the dead like, we be killin' off the mainstream We make it hard to earn a dollar in this pipe dream What the dead like, it's very complicated I give a fuck about nothin' bitch and I know you hate it What the dead like, we the people of the moonlight Sittin' in the graveyard all night What the dead like, we don't let you bitches crawl off We chop your head and watch it fall off [Interlude 1: Jamie Madrox] The world is surrounded by so many people There's cemeteries in virtually every corner That means that all those dead bodies That used to be on top of the ground Are now beneath it, In nice little boxes All tucked away, to be opened up Another day, to walk again On this place you call home [Verse 2: Jamie Madrox] What the dead like, they like livin' underground That's what the dead like, when it's dark, they come around Out the shadows like a serial killer With a double-headed axe, we dubbed the wig-splitter We some off-the-wall, not givin' a fuck at all And while you bitches hatin', we laughin' at all of y'all That's what the dead like, runnin' wild beneath the streets From the southwest back to the motherfuckin' east! [Interlude 2: Jamie Madrox] A lot of people that experience death Say that they see a bright light And that they are taken somewhere But that they experience immense darkness When they are dragged below I myself having died I tell you I haven't seen either one of those things Personally, my entire body shut down And then a bolt of electricity And I awoke [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] What the dead like! They like the Psychopathic shit And when see the Hatchetman, they know it's underground legit That's what the dead like, and they ain't takin' nothin' less Keep it underground for life is the dead's only request [Verse 4: Monoxide] (What the dead like!) It's like a string of bad luck Mad corrupt, covered in blood like, 'Bitch, what?' What the dead like, we dazed and confused Runnin' with a hatchet to death, we can't lose [Interlude 3: Jamie Madrox] I feel like what the dead like most of all is to be left alone Like, they've had their time on this planet And they've had and seen everything they can have and see and they don't want to see or have it anymore They are fed up Yet there's another portion of dead people that can't wait to come back They sit endlessly, all day long Twiddling thei-their thumbs, their skeletal thumbs They twiddle them and they just wait purposefully for someone to call on them through a Ouija board or a telephone or perhaps a prayer And they wait and they wait and they w-- Did you hear that? Someone just called me I think, I think someone just called me Oh wait. No, no, it wasn't me it was you I think it's your time to go back and haunt I think it's your time to not be dead anymore Because what the dead really want at the end of the day is to basically be alive and to not be forgotten in that life but to live another life uh, and not be dead That's what they want