| I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
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| Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard
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| Tick to the motherfuckin tock
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| Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
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| Nigga trippin in the graveyard
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| Just don’t try to play hard
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| It will be your ass up on the block
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| Up on the block when I start pullin cards
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| Cuz J will be the barrier
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| 2 Dope will be the carrier
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| And Project Born is wworn to put a bullet in your derriere
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| It’s time to wake the dead and dead and move
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| And then they woke up a lot of souls
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| And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
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| Cuz I be dreamin I’m dead and gone
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| And on the fucken tooth I miss
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| Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
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| Tryin to be hard to get you there
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| A nine milla mil will put you there
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| Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you there
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| It’ll side your fate, if I’m movin I be hurtin ya
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| 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
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| These punk ass thinks he’s tryin to throw the casket
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| on the masta, I’m fasta
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| You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo I don’t give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
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| Don’t risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard
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| G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it’s the graveyard
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| Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
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| Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
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| Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
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| One came back to life so then I began to ran
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| The decrepit motherfucker was followin right behind
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| I don’t know what to do, I think I’m losin my mind
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| Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
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| Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me Back on my feet, a zombie in my face
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| Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
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| But a nope, that’s not how the shit goes
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| His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes
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| I got dead bodies to the right
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| I got dead bodies to the left
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| I done took care of one, but what about the rest?
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| Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tomb
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| I knew I had to be doomed
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| Cause I can hear the loons in my head
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| Clear as day, echoin through my brain
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| Tellin me somthin’s wrong then I felt the pain
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| It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
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| But that’s what happens
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| when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
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| Come to the graveyard now you see what’s goin on You scarder then a motherfucker shouldn’t of brought your ass along
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| It ain’t no place to hide, and it ain’t no place to run
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| And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
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| Don’t you point your finger though ICP don’t ride a hearse
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| You think it’s over now, but now it’s gonna get much worse
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| Deadly hows I play the game, nothin else can fuck with that
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| See you wanna don’t know what you got, you better duck with that
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| The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head
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| Now I gotta wake the dead, sleepin on the death bed
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| Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin bitch
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| I’m stealin for the broken hoe
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| Suck on my dick you rich hoe
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| Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
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| But I’m a let his ass know, he can come and get some
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| And he ain’t mean shit to me, comin from the PJP
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| The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me Cause I’m diggin graves, graves is what I’m diggin
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| I can’t believe this shit, this niggas still liven
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| So why you gonna play hard? |
| Brother blow your hole card
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| And I’ll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
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| My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
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| Deep underground, never to be found
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| Then my body rots as I’m sleepin in peace
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| Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceist
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| But who is this motherfucker knockin at my tomb?
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| Disturbin the worms that are tryin to consume, my body
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| It better be somebody worthy, bastard
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| Oh, he he, it’s the Ringmaster
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| Givin me orders to awake from the dead
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| My body is decayed I need to find a new head
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| And a new leg, but then I’ll be straight
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| To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work
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| One o’clock one thirty, two in the morning
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| Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
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| At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
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| Cuz I’m the Dead Body Man
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| Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
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| Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one
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| And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card
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| Straight from the graveyard (repeat) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Graveyard , by - Project BornSong from the album Forgotten Freshness Vol.1 & 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп