| Why don’t you go play with your friends?
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| They’re all dead…
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Come on
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| Space and beyond
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| Mind of an idiot
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| I stole your headstone from your grave plot
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| Conscious and confused
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| See tomorrow’s dreams on tonight’s news
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| Fallin' through a hole in the sky
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| Will I die?
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| You know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies
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| Steppin' in the darkness
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| Walkin' through my conscience
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| Like an android I remain heartless
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| Underground, and mental know me well
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| Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell
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| Walk through the time flux hand in hand with clear minds
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| Thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of wind chimes
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| Peel back the rind and examine the fruit
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| Rotten to the core buried in they best suits
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| Maggots crawling out they face
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| Eyes sunk in they head
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| Throw your fuckin' arms up and rock the dead
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Come on
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Screamin' like AAH!
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| I can’t even take it no more
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| Release the straps on my jacket and let me go
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| Ill medication got my whole body shakin'
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| Thinkin' escaping
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| But they gonna keep on chasing
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| I’m facing off with the world and the planet
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| Dig a hole
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| Buried alive like good goddammit
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| It ain’t a living thing
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| It’s a no fuck giving thing
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| Bring the pain
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| And I’mma bleed with the rain
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| Insane when I leave this bitch
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| I got the whole world screaming out
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| YOU AIN’T SHIT!
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| They’ll be the wrong ones you can bet
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| I don’t know why you hide your face
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| Cause I’m coming for your neck
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| Get hot on the plot
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| What you got?
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| Should I cut your head off on the spot?
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| A whole pile of dead bodies I’m on top
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| Me and my man rockin' the dead like UHH non-stop
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Come on
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Think about it a hundred years from now
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| It was all different people livin on the planet
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| Now they dead
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| 200 years ago it was a whole 'nother posse
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| Now they dead
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| The dead probably out number the living 10, 000 to 1
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| A hundred years from now we’ll be dead
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| So fuck that! |
| I’mma run with the mutha fuckin' dead
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| Got my vision on you point blank range
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| Strange look coming cause I’m in all black
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| And I’ll be rockin with an axe
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| Everyday life how I’m livin'
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| Cemetery walks, and grave diggin'
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| Sacrifice another victim
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| You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods
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| Hang myself on a higher branch if I could
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| Gotta get em out
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| Gotta get these sick thoughts outta my head
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| So I be rockin the dead
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| Some of my best friends are dead
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| If you include Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ed
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| Serial killas from the West and the East
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| And all the dead mutha fuckas from here to Greene street
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| Fuck it if you’re missing some limbs and patches of hair
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| Nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air
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| I wanna see zombies jumpin', screamin' loud
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| And kill every live mutha fucka in the crowd
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Take it
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
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| Wake up, moons in the sky
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| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise (Rock the dead!)
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead
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| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10
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| And all we wanna do is rock the dead
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| So many thoughts runnin all through my head
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| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |