ICP (Insane Clown Posse) Graveyard Lyrics

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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'll be your ass up on the block when I start pullin cards
Cause J' will be the buryier
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 the dead have risen
And 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 and I'm the nigga that put 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 in work I do so much dirt so call it curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast ya and the bitches are never after
These punk ass niggas keep tryin to close the casket on the masta,
I'm fasta You should of tried to beat me to the ticker bro
I don't give a fuck it's Mr. Nitty r-a-pin' 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 stiffs 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
a zombie in my face slip my hands around his neck and
tried to put it in a brace But uh 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 draggin me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cuz I can hear the loons in my head
clear as day, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somethin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg

Random Voice
(This place is haunted) X2


Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on
You scareder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
It Ain't no place to hide, and it aint no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
im gonna preach your funeral ICP gonna drive the hearse
You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much
Deadly's how I play the game, nothing else can fuck with that
See you
on the corna see 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
Mr. Nitty gonna dig the ditch, kill you and yo fuckin bitch
I'm stealin for the broke and po' Suck my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum But
I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And it aint even shit to me Comin from the PJP
A Project Born assassin but the feds be watchin me Cuz
I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven
So why you wanna play hard? I'm a pull your whole card And
I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard


My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin Deep underground
Never to be found Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceased
But who is this mutha fucka knockin on my tomb?
Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume,
my body It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, he he,
it's the Ringmaster Giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decayed I have to find a new head And a new leg,
but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt And put in some work
One O'clock one thirty, two in the mornin
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Bornin
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
F - L - I - N - T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another jokers card
Straight from the graveyard (X4)
Straight from the graveyard (X4)

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