Paroles Rock the dead Insane Clown Posse

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 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)