ROCK THE DEAD Lyrics

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 head stone 

from your grave rock Consience and confused See tomorrows 

dreems 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 consience 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 rythem of wind 

chimes Peel back the rind and examine the fruit Rotten to the core 

burried in they best suits Maggots crawlin out they face eyes sunk 

in they head Throw your fuckin arms off and rock the dead! Wake up 

move to the sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x) 

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 stress from my jacket and let me go Ill medicate, 

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, burried 

alive like bill god damnit It ain't a livin thing it's a no fuck givin thang 

Bring the pain, and I'ma 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 know you can't hide your face cuz I'm 

commin 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, none stop Wake up move to the 

sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x) 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 (2x) Think about it one hundred years ago it 

was all diferent people livin on the planet 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 One 

hundred years from now, we'll be dead SO FUCK THAT, I will run with 

tha motha fuckin dead Got my vision on you point blank range 

Strange and I'm commin cuz I'm in all black and I'll be rockin with 

the axe It'll be daylight, then I'm livin Cemetary watchin, grave diggin 

Sacrafise another victem You can hear me screamin through the 

trees in the woods Hang myself on a higher branch if I could Gotta 

get me out, gotta get these pieces of gump 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 motha fuckas from here to grave street 

Fuck it if your missin some limbs and some patches of hair Nod your 

bald headed throw your nubs in the air I wanna see zombies jump 

and screem aloud And kill every live motha fucka in tha crowd Wake 

up move to the sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x) 

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 (2x)(keep repeating)