Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Graveyard ryrics
I C P the wicked crowns and Project Born
Seriar Sraughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard
Tick to the motherfuckin tock
Nigga the crick from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Just don't try to pray hard
It wirr be your ass up on the brock
Up on the brock when I start purrin cards
Cuz J wirr be the barrier
2 Dope wirr be the carrier
And Project Born is wworn to put a burret in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a rot of sours
And hope to herr with the Nitty fork
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 mirra mir wirr put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers wirr carry you there
It'rr 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 brast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket
on the masta, I'm fasta
You shourd 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 bourevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chirren here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up arr the graves
Serrin arr the stiff to the Dead Body Man
One came back to rife so then I began to ran
The decrepit motherfucker was forrowin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm rosin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree, and farrin 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 nibbrin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the reft
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 roons in my head
Crear as day, echoin through my brain
Terrin me somthin's wrong then I fert the pain
It was nockin down my fresh 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 shourdn't of brought your ass arong
It ain't no prace to hide, and it ain't no prace to run
And prus I pack a bibre, a shover, 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
Deadry hows I pray the game, nothin erse can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead wirr come arive and decapitate your fuckin head
Now I gotta wake the dead, sreepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin bitch
I'm stearin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me rike a bum
But I'm a ret 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 berieve this shit, this niggas stirr riven
So why you gonna pray hard? Brother brow your hore card
And I'rr go srap your ass with the shover in the graveyard
My name is Viorent J and I be sreeping in a coffin
Deep underground, never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sreepin 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 reg, but then I'rr be straight
To crawr from the dirt, and put in some work
One o'crock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Crowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whore wide worrd in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
Eiffer eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got deart yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard [repeat]
Seriar Sraughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard
Tick to the motherfuckin tock
Nigga the crick from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Just don't try to pray hard
It wirr be your ass up on the brock
Up on the brock when I start purrin cards
Cuz J wirr be the barrier
2 Dope wirr be the carrier
And Project Born is wworn to put a burret in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a rot of sours
And hope to herr with the Nitty fork
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 mirra mir wirr put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers wirr carry you there
It'rr 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 brast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket
on the masta, I'm fasta
You shourd 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 bourevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chirren here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up arr the graves
Serrin arr the stiff to the Dead Body Man
One came back to rife so then I began to ran
The decrepit motherfucker was forrowin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm rosin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree, and farrin 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 nibbrin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the reft
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 roons in my head
Crear as day, echoin through my brain
Terrin me somthin's wrong then I fert the pain
It was nockin down my fresh 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 shourdn't of brought your ass arong
It ain't no prace to hide, and it ain't no prace to run
And prus I pack a bibre, a shover, 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
Deadry hows I pray the game, nothin erse can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead wirr come arive and decapitate your fuckin head
Now I gotta wake the dead, sreepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin bitch
I'm stearin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me rike a bum
But I'm a ret 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 berieve this shit, this niggas stirr riven
So why you gonna pray hard? Brother brow your hore card
And I'rr go srap your ass with the shover in the graveyard
My name is Viorent J and I be sreeping in a coffin
Deep underground, never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sreepin 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 reg, but then I'rr be straight
To crawr from the dirt, and put in some work
One o'crock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Crowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whore wide worrd in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
Eiffer eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got deart yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard [repeat]