The Graveyard - Intellectual

[Skit]

*Laughing*

I hate it

I'm too scared

I'm [?] walking through the graveyard

Who's-what's that?

Who's out there?

Who are you?

*Whistling*

Leave me alone!

[Intro: Violent J]

ICP the wicked clowns and Project Born

Serial slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard

[Verse 1: Frank Nitty]

Tick to the motherfuckin' tock

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

Nigga trippin' in the graveyard, bitch, don't try to play hard

It will be your ass up on the block, when I start pullin' cards

'Cause J will be the burier, 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 the dead are movin' and they woke up

A lot of souls and hope like what the hell will Nitty spoke?

'Cause I be dreamin' I'm dead and gone

And on that fuckin' tombstone read

Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head

Tryin' to be hard will get you there, anine milla mil will put you there

Punk ass nigga to do your hair and six motherfuckers to carry you there

Suicide is certain' best believe that I be hurtin' ya

I'm puttin' in work I do much dirt so call it curtains for ya

Bitches I'm a blast ya, no fuckin' ever after

These punk ass niggas keep tryin to throw the casket

On the masta, I'm fasta, you should of tried to beat me to the funeral

I don't give a fuck, it's Mr. Nitty R.I.P.'n hoes

Come flesh get next from the brother on the boulevard

G-R-A-V-E-Y-A-R-D bitch it's the graveyard

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Stompin' through the graveyard been chillin' here for days

Workin' the graveyard shift diggin' up all the graves

Sellin' all the stiffs to the Dead Body Man

One came back to life so then I began to ran

The decrepit motherfucker 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, a zombie in my face

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

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

His head popped off and started nibblin' at my toes

I got dead bodies to the right, I got dead bodies to the left

I done took care of one, but what about the rest?

Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tomb

I knew I had to be doomed, 'cause I can hear the loons in my head

Clear as day, echoin' through my brain

Tellin' me somethin's wrong then I felt the pain

They was snackin' on my flesh by the pound

But that's what happens, when you be fuckin' around

At the graveyard, dawg

[Instrumental Hook]

[Verse 3: Half Pint]

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

You scareder then a motherfucker, shouldn't of brought your ass along

It ain't no place to hide, and it ain't no place to run

And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shotgun

Now I'ma complete your funeral, ICP gon' drive the hearse

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

Deadly's how I play the game, nothin' else can fuck with that

See you on the corner with your gat, you better duck with that

The dead gon' come alive and decapitate your fuckin' head

Now, I gotta wake the dead, sleepin' on the death bed

Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, kill you and your fuckin' bitch

I'm stealin' for the broke and po', suck 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

It ain't even shit to me, comin' from the PJB

A Project Born assassin but the Feds be watchin' me

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

I can't believe this shit, this nigga still livin'

So why you wanna play hard? I'ma pull your ho card

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

[Verse 4: Violent J]

My name is Violent J and I be sleepin' in a coffin

Deep underground, never to be found

Then my body rots as I'm sleepin' in peace

'Cause nobody dares to ever wake the deceased

But who is this motherfucker knockin' at my tomb?

Disturbin the worms that are tryin' to consume, my body

It better be somebody worthy, bastard

Oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster

Givin me orders to awake from the dead

My body is decayed I need to find a new head

And a new leg, but then I'll be straight

To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work

One o'clock one thirty, two in the mornin'

Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Bornin'

At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands

'Cause I'm the Dead Body Man

Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun

F-L-I-N-T and Southwest become one

And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker's card

Straight from the graveyard

[Outro]

Straight from the graveyard

Suck on my nuts bitch

Straight from the graveyard