Wut The Dead Like
Big E, Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, Madrox, Monoxide, tell me what the dead like. Whut the dead like? We be killin off the mainstream, make it hard to earn a dollar in this pipe dream, Whut the dead like? it's very complicated I give a fuck about nothing and I know you hate it, Whut the dead like? We the people in the moonlight, sittin in the graveyard all night, Whut the dead like? We don't let you bitches crawl off, we chop your head and watch it fall off. Whut the dead like? they sit & wait for armagedon so they cut put a slit in your neck just like a neden, Whut the dead like? they be runnin with the hatchet, and strangle your soul and watch you jump and try to catch it, Whut the dead like? they like a boom boom boom they like ha ha ha ha ha riding a broom, Whut the dead like? well they just like me, not giving a fuck the world baby, care free. *J talkin bout life and death* Whut the dead like? they like living underground is what the dead like, when its dark they come around, out the shadows like a serial killa, with a double headed axe we dub the wig splitter, We some off the wall like giving a fuck and all, and while you bitches hate we laughin at ya'll, Is what the dead like, we be runnin beneath the streets, from the southwest back and tot he mother fuckin east, Whut the dead like? 16 feet deep beneath dirt, diggin the deep but thats underground since birth, Subterania hearse coming out through the dark , with blood thirst and juggalo love comin first, Whut the dead like? you gotta be dead to comprehend it, we'll still be standin when your airplanes ended, buried alive eternally, you can't stand it, the dead like always forever in the trenches. *J talkin bout life and death* Whut the dead like? they like the psychopathic shit and if they see the hatchet man then its underground legit, is what the dead like? and they takin nothing less, keep it underground is the dead's only request, Whut the dead like? well the be worshiping the reapa, someone that you and I feel that's the keeper, Whut the dead like? well you can ask Richard Pryor cuz I know that mother fuckers life is about to expire, Whut the dead like? its like a stream of bad luck, mad corrupt, covered in blood bitch whut? Whut the dead like? Whut the dead like? we dazed and confused, runnin with the hatchet til death, we can't lose. Whut the dead like? Whut the dead like? fuck the spotlight, only come out at night cuz we melt in the sunlight, Whut the dead like? Whut the dead like? Don't know you don't need to know, we stay in the graveyard with our dead ass juggalos. *J talkin about life and death)