Project Born, Insane Clown Posse - The Graveyard lyrics

Laughing i hate it
I'm too scared
I'm walking through the graveyard who's-
What's that? Who's out there?
Who are you? Who are you?
Whistling leave me alone!
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial slaughtering motherfuckers in
The graveyard

Tick to the motherfuckin tock
Nigga the clique from Project Born and
ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Bitch don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
When I start pullin cards
Cuz J will be the burier
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 the dead
Are movin and they woke up
A lot of souls and hope like
What the hell will Nitty spoke?
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on that fuckin tombstone read
Mr nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
Tryin to be hard will get you there
A nine milla mil will put you there
Punk ass nigga to do your hair
And six motherfuckers to carry you there
Suicide is certain best believe that
I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin in work I do much dirt
So call it curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast ya, no fuckin ever after
These punk ass niggas keep tryin
To throw the casket on the masta, I'm fasta
You should of tried to beat me to the funeral
I don't give a fuck, it's Mr nitty RIP'n hoes
Come flesh get next from the
Brother on the boulevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard

Stompin through the graveyard been
Chillin here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggin
Up all the graves
Sellin' all the stiffs 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
Slipped my hands around his neck and tried
To put it in a brace
But ahhh 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 done took care of one
But what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins
Draggin me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cause, I can hear the loons in my head
Clear as day, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somthin's wrong then
I felt the pain
They was snackin on my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens
When you be fuckin around at the graveyard
Dawg

Come through the graveyard now you
See what's goin on
You scareder then a motherfucker
Shouldn't of brought your ass along
It ain't no place to hide
And it ain't no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel
And a shotgun
Now I'mma complete your funeral
ICP gon' drive the hearse
You think it's over now
But now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly's how I play the game
Nothin else can fuck with that
See you on the corner with your gat
You better duck with that
The dead gon' come alive and
Decapitate your fuckin head
Now I gotta wake the dead
Sleepin on the death bed
Mr nitty gonna dig a ditch
Kill you and your fuckin bitch
I'm stealin for the broke & po'
Suck 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
It ain't even shit to me, comin from the PJB
A Project Born assassin but the
Feds be watchin me cause I'm diggin graves
Graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit
This nigga still livin
So why you wanna play hard?
I'mma pull your ho 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 motherfucker
Knockin at my tomb?
Disturbin the worms that are
Tryin to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard
Oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster
Givin me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decayed 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 morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole
Wide world in my hands
'Cause I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers
Wicked Fun f-L-IN T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you
Got dealt yet another joker's card
Straight from the graveyard
Suck on my nuts bitch
Straight from the graveyard