I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born  Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard    Tick to the motherfuckin tock  Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock  Nigga trippin 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  Cuz J will be the barrier  2 Dope will be the carrier  And Project Born is wworn 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  Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone  And on the fucken tooth I miss  Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head   Tryin to be hard to get you there  A nine milla mil will put you there  Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers 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 boulevard  G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-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  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  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 poped off and started nibblin on 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 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 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 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 hows I play the game, nothin else can fuck with that  See you wanna 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 dig a ditch, to you and your 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, comin 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    My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin  Deep underground, never to be found  Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace  Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceist  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 morning  Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning  At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands  Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man  Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun  F-L-I-N-T and T and Southwest become one  And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card  Straight from the graveyard [repeat]    these lyrics are last corrected by sYkobillie