I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
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Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard
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Tick to the motherfuckin tock
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Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
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Nigga trippin in the graveyard
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Just don't try to play hard
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It will be your ass up on the block
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Up on the block when I start pullin cards
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Cuz J will be the barrier
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2 Dope will be the carrier
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And Project Born is wworn to put a bullet in your derriere
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It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
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And then they woke up a lot of souls
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And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
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Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
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And on the fucken tooth I miss
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Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
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Tryin to be hard to get you there
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A nine milla mil will put you there
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Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you there
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It'll side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
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I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
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Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
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These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket
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on the masta, I'm fasta
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You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
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I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
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Don't risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard
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G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard
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Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
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Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
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Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
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One came back to life so then I began to ran
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The decrepit motherfucker was followin right behind
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I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
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Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
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Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me
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Back on my feet, a zombie in my face
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Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
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But a nope, that's not how the shit goes
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His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes
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I got dead bodies to the right
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I got dead bodies to the left
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I done took care of one, but what about the rest?
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Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tomb
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I knew I had to be doomed
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Cause I can hear the loons in my head
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Clear as day, echoin through my brain
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Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain
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It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
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But that's what happens
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when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
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Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on
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You scarder then a motherfucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
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It ain't no place to hide, and it ain't no place to run
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And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
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Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a hearse
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You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse
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Deadly hows I play the game, nothin else can fuck with that
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See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
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The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head
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Now I gotta wake the dead, sleepin on the death bed
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Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin bitch
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I'm stealin for the broken hoe
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Suck on my dick you rich hoe
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Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
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But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
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And he ain't mean shit to me, comin from the PJP
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The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me
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Cause I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
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I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven
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So why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole card
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And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
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My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
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Deep underground, never to be found
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Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
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Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceist
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But who is this motherfucker knockin at my tomb?
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Disturbin the worms that are tryin to consume, my body
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It better be somebody worthy, bastard
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Oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster
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Givin me orders to awake from the dead
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My body is decayed I need to find a new head
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And a new leg, but then I'll be straight
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To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work
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One o'clock one thirty, two in the morning
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Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
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At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
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Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
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Graveyard
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
