I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born

Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard



Tick to the motherfuckin 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 block

Up on the block when I start pullin cards

Cuz J will be the barrier

2 Dope will be the carrier

And Project Born is wworn 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 fucken tooth I miss

Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head

Tryin to be hard to get you there

A nine milla mil will put you there

Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers 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 chillen here for days

Workin the graveyard shift diggen 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 motherfucker 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, a zombie in my face

Put my hands