Graveyard Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

I see P the wicked clowns and Project Born 

Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard 

Tick to the mutha fuckin' tock 

Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock 

Nigga trippen in the graveyard 

Just don't try to play hard 

It will be your ass up on the block 

Up on the block when I start pullin' cards 

'cause J will be the Barrier 

2 Dope will be the Carrier 

And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your derriere 

It's time to wake the dead and dead and move 

And then they woke up a lot of souls 

And hope to hell with the Nitty folk 

'cause I be dreamin I'm dead and gone 

And on the fuckin' tooth I miss 

Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head 

Tryin to be hard to get you there 

And I'll be able to put you there 

Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will carry you there 

It'll side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya 

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 

These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket 

on the masta, I'm fasta 

You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo 

I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe 

Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullevard 

G-are-a-v-e-why-a-are-d bitch it's the graveyard 

Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days 

Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves 

Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man 

Wakin back to life so then I began to ran 

The decrepit mutha fucka was followin right behind 

I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind 

Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree 

Way out a tree 

And fallin on top of me 

Back on my feet 

As I began my face 

Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace 

But a nope, that's not how the shit goes 

His head popped off and started nibblin on my toes 

I got dead bodies to the right 

I got dead bodies to the left 

I thought the cary one, but what about the rest? 

Tie me up with some veins dragen me into the tomb 

I knew I had to be doomed 

'cause I can hear the loons in my head 

It was dead, echoin through my brain 

Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain 

It was nockin down my flesh by the pound 

But that's what happens 

when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg 

Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on 

You scarder then a mother fucker shouldn't of brought 

your ass along 

Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run 

And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun 

Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a hearse 

You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse 

Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that 

See you want to don't know what you got, 

you better duck with that 

The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head 

Now I gotta wake the dead 

Sleepin on the death bed 

Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you ain't no fuckin bitch 

I'm stealin for the broken hoe 

Suck on my dick you rich hoe 

Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum 

But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some 

And he ain't mean shit to me 

Commin from the PJP 

The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me 

'cause I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin 

I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven 

So why you gonna play hard? 

Brother blow your hole card 

And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard