I fucked an old gal in the graveyard,
God damnit old soul she was dead.
The maggots crawled out of her asshole,
and the hair slipped off of her head.
When I finished my job there,
I’d seen I’d committed a sin,
so out of my pocket I drew me a straw
and I sucked out that load I shot in!
(laughter – huuur!!!)
It’s a new game, causing pain
You know i’ve got you on my brain
It’s the kind of hell you’ll never know
Girls like you just turn me cold
But i guess you found my weaker side
Resistance, god how i tried
But i’ve got it bad i must confess
To tell the truth i’ve done my best
But you treat me like poison
Even with the lights on
Guess i might as well be dead
Oh, i’m in the graveyard
Tried whiskey to ease your hex
It made it worse, my life’s a wreck
The pills i took to numb my pain
Only brought visions of you again
I’d put the noose around my neck
But the way i feel, i’d probably break
Love must be an evil curse
I’ve tried to fight, it just gets worse
Your love is like an endless hell
What you do to me you know too well
You won’t give me the time
I’m on the firing line
Convicted and disposed
You look but eyes are closed
Here, i said
Don’t even let this go
And it’s, hey to that old man
I’m coming in the graveyard with my little tune
It’s june
I said, she’s gone but i’m alive
I’m alive
I’m coming in the graveyard
To, sing you to sleep now
I’m scared…out in the graveyard w-w-w-who’s there?
Who’s out there? who are you? who are you? leave me alone,
Leave me alone, leave me alonnnnnne!!!!
I c p the wicked clowns and project born
Serial slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fuckin 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 black one
Out there pullin carcass j will be the
Barrier 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 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 fuckin tooth
I miss mr. nitty 74 to 94 took two
To the head tryin to be hard to get you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas 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 chillin here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggin 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 mutha fucka 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
As i began my face put my hands around his neck and
Tried to put it in a brace but a 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 thought the carry one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins dragin me into the tomb
I knew i had to be doomed
Cuz i can hear the loons in my head
It was dead, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somethin’s wrong then i felt the pain
It was knockin down my flesh by the pound
But that’s what happens when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
Come to the graveyard now you see what’s goin on
You scareder then a muther fucker shouldn’t of brought your ass along
Ain’t no place to hide, and really no place to run
And plus i pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don’t you point your finger though icp don’t ride a horse
You think it’s over now, but now it’s gonna get much
Worse deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that see you wanna don’t
Know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head now
I gotta wake the dead sleepin on the death bed
Mr. nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no fuckin bitch
I’m stealin for the broken hoe suck on 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
And he ain’t mean shit to me commin from the pjp
The project born is slassin but you best be watchin me cuz
I’m diggin graves, graves is what i’m diggin
I can’t believe this shit, this niggas still liven
So why you gonna play hard? brother blow your hole 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 mutha fucka knockin at my tomb?
Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume,
My body it better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, he he,
It’s the ringmaster giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decade 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 mornin
Wicked clowns icp and project bornin
At the graveyard i got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz i’m the dead body man wicked, wicked jokers, wicked jokers,
Wicked fun eiffel eye and t and southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard (repeat)
