Rock The Dead

Wake up move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive
Space and beyond, mind of an idiot
I stole your headstone from your grave rock
Conscience and confused
See tomorrows dreams on tonights news
Fallin' through a hole in the sky will I die?
And over time of the sight love and lie
Slippin in the darkness walkin' through my conscience
Like an android I remain heartless
Underground the mental know me well
Bring it through the bright lights in the depths of hell
Walkin through the time flux 
Hand in hand with clear mind
Thoughts are harmonious like the rythm of wind chimes
Peel back the rind and examine the fruit
Rotten to the core burried in the best suits
Maggots crawlin out they face
Eyes sunk in they head
Throw your fuckin arms up and rock the dead
Wake up move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive
Grab me a mic and rank me one to ten
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one thats clear is rock the dead
It's like ah! I can't even take it no mo'
Release the straps from my jacket and let me go
Ill medication got my whole body shakin
Thinkin of escapin but they gonna keep on chasin
I'm facin off in the world in the planet
Nigga hoe, buried alive like bill god damnit
It ain't a livin thing it's a no fuck givin' thang
Bring the pain, and I'm a bleed with tha rain
Insane when I leave this bitch
I got the whole world screamin out 'You ain't shit!'
It could be the wrong ones you can bet
I don't know why you hide your face 
Cuz' I'm comin for your neck
Get hot, under plot, what you got
Shoulda 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 uh non stop
Think about a one hundred years from now it was all different people
Now they dead
Two hundred years ago it was a whole nother posse
Now they dead
The dead probably out number the living ten thousand to one
A hundred years from now we'll be dead
So fuck that, I'm a run with the motha fuckin dead
Got my vision on you point blank range
Strange and I'm comin' cuz I'm in all black
And I'll be rockin with the ax
It'll be daylight then I'm livin
Cemetary watchin, grave diggin
Sacrafice another victim
You can hear me screamin through the trees in 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 did, rockin the dead
Some of my best friends are dead
If you include Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ed
Serial killaz from the west and the east
And all the dead mothafuckaz from here to grave street
Fuck it if your missin some limbs and some patches of hair
Nod your bald head
And throw your nubs in the air
I wanna see zombies jump and scream alound
And kill every live mothafucka in tha crowd


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