Wake up move to the sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will



arrive Space and beyond, mind of an idiot I stole your head stone



from your grave rock Consience and confused See tomorrows



dreems on tonights news Fallin through a hole in the sky will I die?



And over time of the sight love and lie Slippin in the darkness walkin



through my consience Like an android I remain heartless



Underground the mental know me well Bring it through the bright



lights in the depths of hell Walkin through the time flux hand in hand



with clear mind Thoughts are harmonious like the rythem of wind



chimes Peel back the rind and examine the fruit Rotten to the core



burried in they best suits Maggots crawlin out they face eyes sunk



in they head Throw your fuckin arms off and rock the dead! Wake up



move to the sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x)



Grab me a mic and rank me one to ten And all we wanna do is ROCK



THE DEAD So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only



one thats clear is ROCK THE DEAD It's like AH I can't even take it no



mo' Release the stress from my jacket and let me go Ill medicate,



got my whole body shakin Thinkin of escapin but they gonna keep



on chasin I'm facin off in the world in the planet Nigga hoe, burried



alive like bill god damnit It ain't a livin thing it's a no fuck givin thang



Bring the pain, and I'ma bleed with tha rain Insane when I leave this



bitch I got the whole world screamin out YOU AIN'T SHIT It could be



the wrong ones you can bet I know you can't hide your face cuz I'm



commin for your neck Get hot, under plot, what you got Shoulda 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, UH, none stop Wake up move to the



sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x) Grab me a mic



and rank me one to ten And all we wanna do is ROCK THE DEAD So



many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one thats



clear is ROCK THE DEAD (2x) Think about it one hundred years ago it



was all diferent people livin on the planet Now they dead, two



hundred years ago it was a whole nother posse Now they dead, the



dead probably out number the living ten thousand to one One



hundred years from now, we'll be dead SO FUCK THAT, I will run with



tha motha fuckin dead Got my vision on you point blank range



Strange and I'm commin cuz I'm in all black and I'll be rockin with



the axe It'll be daylight, then I'm livin Cemetary watchin, grave diggin



Sacrafise another victem You can hear me screamin through the



trees in the woods Hang myself on a higher branch if I could Gotta



get me out, gotta get these pieces of gump outta my head So I did,



ROCKIN THE DEAD Some of my best friends are dead If you include



Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ed Serial killaz from the west



and the east And all the dead motha fuckas from here to grave street



Fuck it if your missin some limbs and some patches of hair Nod your



bald headed throw your nubs in the air I wanna see zombies jump



and screem aloud And kill every live motha fucka in tha crowd Wake



up move to the sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x)



Grab me a mic and rank me one to ten And all we wanna do is ROCK



THE DEAD So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only



one thats clear is ROCK THE DEAD (2x)(keep repeating)