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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Graveyard (w/Project Born)

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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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