bring the wicked shit and the dead come alive (2x)
Space and beyond, mind dumpin in the yard,
I stoled your headstone from your grave plot,
conscience and confused see tomorrows dreams on tonights news,
fallin through a hole in the sky, will I die?
you know the time multiplied with this life love and lies,
steppin in the darkness walkin through my conscience,
like an android I remain heartless,
underground and middle know me well,
bring it to the white lights of the depths of hell,
walk throught the time flux hand in hand with clear mind,
chords are harmonious like the rythm of windchimes,
peel back the rind and examine the fruit,
rotton to the core buried in they best suits,
maggots crawlin through thier face, eyes sunk in their head,
throw your fuckin arms up and rock the dead,
(Chorus X2)
wake up float to the sky,
bring the wicked shit and the dead wanna rise,
got me a mic and now we ache like the dead,
throw your fuckin arms up and rock the dead.
so many thoughts runnin all through my head,
but the only one thats clear is rock the dead,
Screamin like ahhhh I can't even take it no more,
release the straps from my jacket and let me go,
ill medication got my whole body shakin thinkin escapin but they 'gon keep on chasin,
I'm facin off with the world and the planet,
nigga hoe, buried alive, I be like good god damnit,
it ain't a livin thang, its a no fuck givin thang,
bring the pain and I'ma bleed with the rain,
insane when I leave this bitch, I got the whole world screamin out YOU AINT SHIT!
they'll be the wrong ones you can bet, I don't know why you hide your face,
cuz I'm comin for your neck, get hard on the plot what you got?
should I cut your head off on the spot, whole pile of bodies and I'm on top.
me and my man rockin the dead like UHH non-stop,
(Chorus)
Think about it 100 years ago it was all different people livin on the planet, now they dead. 200 hundred years ago was a whole nother posse, now they dead. The dead prolly out number the living 10,000 to 1. 100 years from now we'll be dead so fuck that I'mma run with the muthafuckin dead!
Got my vision on you point blank range,
strange look cuz I'm comin in all black,
and I'll be rockin with the axe, everyday life how I'm livin,
cemetary walks and grave diggin, sacrafice another victim,
you can hear me screamin through the trees and the woods,
hang myself on a higher branch if I could,
gotta get em out gotta get these sick thoughts outta my head,
so I be rockin the dead,
some of my best friends are dead, if you include
Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ed,
serial killas from the west and the east,
all the dead mother fuckers from here to green street,
fuck it if you're missin some limbs and patches of hair,
nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air,
I wanna see zombies jump and scream aloud,
and kill every live mother fucker in hte crowd.
(Chorus til end)