Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid - Wut tha Dead Like lyrics

Bigge! Violent J! Shaggy 2
Dope! Madrox! Monoxide!
Tell me what the dead like!

What the dead like
We be killin' off the mainstream
We make it hard to earn a
Dollar in this pipe dream
What the dead like, it's very complicated
I give a fuck about nothin' bitch
And I know you hate it what the dead like
We the people of the moonlight
Sittin' in the graveyard all night
What the dead like
We don't let you bitches crawl off
We chop your head and watch it fall off

(What the dead like) They sit
And wait for Armageddon
So they can put a slit in
Yo' neck just like a neden
(What the dead like) They be
Runnin' with a hatchet
And dangle your soul and watch you
Jump and try to catch it
(What the dead like) They like
A 'boom boom boom'
They like 'ha ha ha ha ha' ridin' a broom!
(What the dead like) Well
They're just like me
Not givin' a fuck the world
Better' carefree!

If you look at the earth
The earth is one plain surface
What's above life and below life is death
And that's where we are
There's so many levels of
Death above and below
Where you're at in life, it is complicated
It goes on for eternity
There's millions of levels of stagnant death
And we're waiting for you to join us

What the dead like
They like livin' underground
That's what the dead like, when it's dark
They come around
Out the shadows like a serial killa
With a double-headed axe we
Dubbed the wig-splitta we some off-the-wall
Not givin' a fuck at all
And while you bitches hatin'
We laughin' at all of y'all
That's what the dead like
Runnin' wild beneath the streets
From the southwest back to
The mothafuckin' east!

(What the dead like) Six
Feet deep beneath earth
Diggin' a deep for dead
Underground since birth
Subterranean hearse, through the dirt
With the bloodthirst for juggalo
Love comin' first
(What the dead like) You gotta
Be dead to comprehend it
But still we standin' when
Your airplay's endin'
Buried alive, eternally, you can't stand it
The dead like always forever in the trenches

You see, the dead are always
Watching you through the eyes of the vulture
Through the eyes of the birds
Because that way they can soar
They can watch what you're doing
Basically they're just watching
Em' for entertainment
Purposes because it's funny that
You fear death
You fear it and it wants you to taste it
And you can't have it enough
And they're just waiting for
You to join them

(What the dead like) They
Like the Psychopathic shit
If they see the hatchetman
Then it's underground legit
That's what the dead like
And they ain't takin' nothing less
Keep it underground for life
Is a dance-only request

(What the dead like) They've
Been worshipin' the reaper
So and yhat's you and I fear
That's you that's the keeper
(What the dead like) You
Can ask Richard Pryor
I know that motherfucker's life's
About to expire

(What the dead like) It's like
A string of bad luck
Mad corrupt, covered in blood like, 'bitch
Whut?'
What the dead like, we dazed and confused
Runnin' with a hatchet to death
We can't lose

(What the dead like) What the dead like
Fuck the spotlight
Only come out at night 'cause
We melt in the sunlight
What the dead like, don't know
Don't need to know
We stay in the graveyard with
Our dead ass juggalos

It's funny when you think
About religion and science
And all that and they think they can
Put their finger on what it is
But really they don't know the slightest
Thing of what death is i mean
When you lay down to sleep
And your body goes into
A state of unconciousness
That's like the closest to what death
You could ever witness in life
But even that doesn't take you anywhere
Near what death really is
I mean, when you wake up from a dream
You're talking about how great it was
And what you experienced and that's all
Nothing, that's all minute compare to
What death actually is
What your thoughts are and what reality is
Is two completely different things
To actually experience death is
Beyond anybody's wildest
Imagination, beyond any
Writer's philosophies or anything like that
To have experienced death myself
I'll say I would rather run with the dead
I would rather run with the masses
I'd rather become what is forgotten
Here in this life