Tytuł: Rock The Dead

• Wykonawca: Twiztid
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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 dumpin in the yard
  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 rhyme 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 ahce 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