Why don't you play with your friends?

They're all dead, dead, dead...

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Come on

Space and beyond

Mind dumpin in the yard

I stoles your headstone from your grave plot

Conscience and confused

Seen tomorrows dreams on tonights news

Fallin through a hole in the sky

Will I die?

You know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies

Steppin in the darkness

Walkin through my conscience

Like an android I remain heartless

Underground, and mental know me well

Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell

Walk through the time flux hand and hand with clear mind

Chords are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes

Peel back the rhyme and examine the fruit

Rotten to the core buried in they best suits

Maggots crawling on they face,

Eyes sunk in they head

Throw your fuckin arms up and rock the dead

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Come on

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Screamin like AHH!

I can't even take it no more

Release the straps from my jacket and let me go

Ill medication got my whole body shakin

Making an escaping

But they gonna keep on chasing

I'm facing off with the world and the planet

Nigga hoe

Buried alive like good goddamnit

It ain't a living thing

It's a no fuck giving thing

Bring the pain

And I'ma bleed with the rain

Insane when I leave this bitch

I got the whole world screaming out

YOU AIN'T SHIT!

They'll be the wrong one's you can bet

I don't know why you hide your face

Cause I'm coming for your neck

Get hard on the plot

What you got?

Should I cut your head off on the spot?

A whole pile of dead bodies I'm on top

Me and my man rockin the dead like UHH non-stop

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Come on

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Think about it a hundred years from now

It was all different people livin on the planet

Now they dead

200 years ago it was a whole nother posse

Now they dead

The dead probably out number the living 10,000 to 1

A hundred years from now we'll be dead

So fuck that! I'ma run with the muthafuckin dead

Got my vision on you point blank range

Strange look coming cause I'm in all black

And I'll be rockin with an axe

Everyday life how I'm livin

Cemetary walks, and grave diggin

Sacrifice another victim

You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods

Hang myself on a higher branch if I could

Gotta get em out

Gotta get these sick thoughts outta my head

So I been rockin the dead

Some of my best friends are dead

If you're cool with Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ned

Serial killas from the West and the East

And all the dead muthafuckas from here to Greene street

Fuck it if you're missing some limbs and patches of hair

Nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air

I wanna see zombies just and scream aloud

And kill every live muthafucka in the crowd

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Take it

Got me a mic, and now we ahce like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise

Wake up, float to the sky

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise(Rock the dead!)

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead

And all we wanna do is rock the dead

So many thoughts runnin all through my head

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead