I'm so scared...in the graveyard....what's...what's that?
Who's out there?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Leave me alone!!
Leave me alone!!
Leave me alone!!!!
Leave me alone!!!!!!
I-C-P, the wicked clowns, and Project Born
Serial slaughtering mothafuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mothafucking tock
Nigga, the clique from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga, tripping in that graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It'll beat your ass up on the block when I start pulling cards
Cause J'll be the burier
2 Dope'll be the carrier
And Project Born is sworn to put a bullet in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead and move them from they hole
Dig up a lot of souls and hope they went to hell with the Nitty folk
Just cause I be dreaming I'm dead and gone and on that fucking tombstone and
Mr. Nitty, '74 to '94, caught two to the head
Trying to be hard'll get you there
A .9 milly-mill will put you there
Punk ass nigga'll do your hair
And six mothafuckas to carry you there
Suicide is certain, best believe that I be hurting ya
I'm putting in work
Now do much dirt
So call it curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast ya
No fuck, you never after
These punk ass niggas keep trying to close the casket on the masta
I'm fasta
You shouldn't have tried to beat me to the ticker hoe
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty R.I.P. in home
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard
The G-R-A-V-E-Y-A-R-D, be just the graveyard
Stomp into the graveyard, been chilling here for days
Working the graveyard shift, digging up all the graves
Selling all the stiffs to the Dead Body Man
One came back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepit mothafucka was following right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losing my mind
Right then the corpse came jumping outta tree
Way on outta tree
And falling on top of me
Back on my feet
A zombie in my face
Slid my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But ahh, nope! That's not how the shit goes
His head popped off and started nibbling 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, dragging me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cause I could hear the loons
In my head clear as day
Echoing through my brain
Telling me somthing's wrong, then I felt the pain
It was snacking on my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens when you be fucking around at the graveyard
Come through the graveyard, now you see what's going on
You scarder than a mothafucka, shouldn't have brought your ass along
Really no place to hide, and really no place to run
And plus I pack a Bible, a shovel, and a shotgun
I'm gonna preach your funeral, ICP gonna drive the hearse
You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly's how I play the game, nothing else can fuck with that
See you on the corner with your gats
You better duck with that
The dead gonna come alive and decapitate your fucking head
Now I gotta wake the dead
Sleeping on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna dig the ditch
Kill you and your fucking bitch
I'm stealing for the broke and po'
Suck my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
But I'ma let his ass know, he can come and get some
It ain't even shit to me
Coming from the PJB
The Project Born assassin
But the Feds be watchin me
Cause I'm digging graves, graves is what I'm digging
I can't believe this shit, this nigga's still living
So why you wanna play hard?
I'ma pull your whole card
And I'm gonna 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 sleeping in peace
Cause nobody dares to ever wake the deceased
But who is this muthafucka knocking on my tomb?
Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume
My body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard
Oh....it's the Ringmaster
Giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decayed, I have 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 Born-ing
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hand
Cause I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, wicked jokers, wicked jokers, wicked fun
F-L-I-N-T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead got dealt yet another joker's card
Straight from the graveyard
Straight from the graveyard
Straight from the graveyard
Straight from the graveyard
Suck on my nuts bitch!!
Straight from the graveyard
Straight from the graveyard
Straight from the graveyard
Straight from the graveyard