Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock the Dead , by - Twiztid. Release date: 25.06.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rock the Dead |
| Why don’t you go play with your friends? |
| They’re all dead… |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Come on |
| Space and beyond |
| Mind of an idiot |
| I stole your headstone from your grave plot |
| Conscious and confused |
| See tomorrow’s dreams on tonight’s 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 mental know me well |
| Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell |
| Walk through the time flux hand in hand with clear minds |
| Thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of wind chimes |
| Peel back the rind and examine the fruit |
| Rotten to the core buried in they best suits |
| Maggots crawling out they face |
| Eyes sunk in they head |
| Throw your fuckin' arms up and rock the dead |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Come on |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Screamin' like AAH! |
| I can’t even take it no more |
| Release the straps on my jacket and let me go |
| Ill medication got my whole body shakin' |
| Thinkin' escaping |
| But they gonna keep on chasing |
| I’m facing off with the world and the planet |
| Dig a hole |
| Buried alive like good goddammit |
| It ain’t a living thing |
| It’s a no fuck giving thing |
| Bring the pain |
| And I’mma bleed with the rain |
| Insane when I leave this bitch |
| I got the whole world screaming out |
| YOU AIN’T SHIT! |
| They’ll be the wrong ones you can bet |
| I don’t know why you hide your face |
| Cause I’m coming for your neck |
| Get hot on the plot |
| What you got? |
| Should I cut your head off on the spot? |
| A whole pile of dead bodies I’m on top |
| Me and my man rockin' the dead like UHH non-stop |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Come on |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Think about it a hundred years from now |
| It was all different people livin on the planet |
| Now they dead |
| 200 years ago it was a whole 'nother posse |
| Now they dead |
| The dead probably out number the living 10, 000 to 1 |
| A hundred years from now we’ll be dead |
| So fuck that! |
| I’mma run with the mutha fuckin' dead |
| Got my vision on you point blank range |
| Strange look coming cause I’m in all black |
| And I’ll be rockin with an axe |
| Everyday life how I’m livin' |
| Cemetery walks, and grave diggin' |
| Sacrifice another victim |
| You can hear me screaming 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 |
| And all the dead mutha fuckas from here to Greene street |
| Fuck it if you’re missing some limbs and patches of hair |
| Nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air |
| I wanna see zombies jumpin', screamin' loud |
| And kill every live mutha fucka in the crowd |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Take it |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin' all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise |
| Wake up, moons in the sky |
| Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise (Rock the dead!) |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |
| Got me a mic and a PA cranked to 10 |
| And all we wanna do is rock the dead |
| So many thoughts runnin all through my head |
| But the only one that’s clear is rock the dead |