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Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Volume 1 & 2 Graveyard I'm scared...out in the graveyard w-w-w-who's there? who's out there? who are you? who are you? leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alonnnnnne!!!! I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard Tick to the mutha fuckin 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 black one Out there pullin carcass J will be the Barrier 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 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 fuckin tooth I miss Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas 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 chillin here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggin 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 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 a 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 thought the carry one, but what about the rest? Tie me up with some veins dragin 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 somethin's wrong then I felt the pain It was knockin 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 scareder 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 finger though ICP don't ride a horse You think it's over now, 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 fuckin head Now I gotta wake the dead Sleepin on the death bed Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no 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 Commin from the PJP The Project Born Is slassin but you best be watchin me Cuz 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 deceased But who is this mutha fucka knockin at my tomb? Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, he he, 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 mornin Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Bornin 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) |
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