Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands
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Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance
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The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix
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Now it's time to teach an old dog new tricks
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You can't learn, so I burn your Holy Bible
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Let's take a trip into my mind I'm suicidal
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I'll get'cha locked inside my brain cell
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And turn the world upside-down and make it rain hell
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I know you can't see, I'm not your G-O-D
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I got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt wax
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The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin'
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The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin'
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Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved
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I make dead bodies roll over their graves
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I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4
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After that I'll scream God I can't wait for more
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WAKE THE DEAD
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Wakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around me
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And I'm from motherfuckin' motown G
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Blood stains all in the river 'cause I'm slittin' throats
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Bodies chokin' and croakin' when I hit a note
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Rotten, gone but not forgotten
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Breathe your last breath 'cause the rhyme was death
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So yes y'all, get off the wall for the psycho
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Alfadiscobeta vinyl
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Aquadoodoo, rock my voodoo
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I'm kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knew
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I get funky in the joint, but what's the point
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Esham and I'm from D motherfuckin' troit
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Back up off me I'm black like coffee
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I rock for the suicidalists not the softees
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Up and at 'em, I'm runnin' at 'em I got 'em scared
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Now watch the devil get loose as I wake the dead
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WAKE THE DEAD
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I never fall back, I'm not a new jack
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I get to sayin' wicked shit and get a flashback
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I gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetry
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To all the people that knowin' me
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Some say I'm crazy for kickin' my looney tunes
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When I drop bass, my shit goes boom
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Never ever fake shit, on stage I break shit
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And when I'm rockin' it you know it's the shit
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I'm never stuck up so shut the fuck up
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'Cause talkin' some shit about me will run your luck up
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Headbangers bang your head to wake the dead
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The red rum or is the rum red
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From a black man, killa rap man
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I'm not the caped crusaed named Batman
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I like it louder, I'll make it prouder
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I'll make your system blow up like gun powder
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Yes yes y'all, that's what I'm sayin'
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All the headbangers bang your head to wake the dead
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WAKE THE DEAD
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Wake The Dead
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