I'm scared...out in the graveyard w-w-w-who's there?
who's out there? who are you? who are you? leave me alone,
leave me alone, leave me alonnnnnne!!!!

I C 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 trippin in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the black one
Out there pullin carcass 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 Cuz
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
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 boulevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chillin here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggin 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 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 at my toes
I got dead bodies to the right I got dead bodies to the left
I thought the carry one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins dragin me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cuz I can hear the loons in my head
It was dead, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somethin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was knockin 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 scareder then a muther 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 horse
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 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

To be continued...