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Twiztid - Rock the Dead lyrics
Why don't you play with your friends? They're all dead, dead, dead... Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on Space and beyond Mind of an idiot I stoles your headstone from your grave plot Conscience and confused Seen tomorrows dreams on tonights news Fallin through a hole in the sky Will I die? You know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies Steppin in the darkness Walkin through my conscience Like an android I remain heartless Underground, and mental know me well Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell Walk through the time flux hand and hand with clear mind Chords are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes Peel back the rind and examine the fruit Rotten to the core buried in they best suits Maggots crawling on they face, Eyes sunk in they head Throw your fuckin arms up and rock the dead Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Screamin like AHH! I can't even take it no more Release the straps from my jacket and let me go Ill medication got my whole body shakin Making an escaping But they gonna keep on chasing I'm facing off with the world and the planet Nigga hoe Buried alive like good goddamnit It ain't a living thing It's a no fuck giving thing Bring the pain And I'ma bleed with the rain Insane when I leave this bitch I got the whole world screaming out YOU AIN'T SHIT! They'll be the wrong one's you can bet I don't know why you hide your face Cause I'm coming for your neck Get hard on the plot What you got? Should I 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 UHH non-stop Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Think about it a hundred years from now It was all different people livin on the planet Now they dead 200 years ago it was a whole nother posse Now they dead The dead probably out number the living 10,000 to 1 A hundred years from now we'll be dead So fuck that! I'ma run with the muthafuckin dead Got my vision on you point blank range Strange look coming cause I'm in all black And I'll be rockin with an axe Everyday life how I'm livin Cemetary walks, and grave diggin Sacrifice another victim You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods Hang myself on a higher branch if I could Gotta get em out Gotta get these sick thoughts outta my head So I been rockin the dead Some of my best friends are dead If you're cool with Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ned Serial killas from the West and the East And all the dead muthafuckas from here to Greene street Fuck it if you're missing some limbs and patches of hair Nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air I wanna see zombies just and scream aloud And kill every live muthafucka in the crowd Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Take it Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise(Rock the dead!) Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead. |
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