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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

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