ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Graveyard lyrics

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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)