The Fear (Morty's Theme) .......... Esham

Black Peter .......... Half Pit & Machete

Here Come The Gravediggaz .......... Gravediggaz

Necrophobia .......... Headless Horsemen

Better Off Dead .......... Half Pit Half Dead

Life After Death .......... Natas

Fear, Flesh & Blood .......... Machete

Graveyard Tales .......... Terror

Dead Body Man .......... Insane Clown Posse

Rocks Off .......... Esham

Infared's Terror .......... Infared

Run .......... Flatlinerz

Sweet & Saxy (A Moment Of Calm Before You Die) .......... Kim Waters

[Esham]
Usin my inhibitions, callin my intuitions
Something's goin on if I'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, I'm trapped inside the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered 'bout the Voodoo
I sing the Voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through
I never loved ya, but I hate ya Isle
How could I love you, how, because I hate you know
So when you, I take you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, I make a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when I'm thinkin this
Cuz when I'm thinkin this, I'm thinkin suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream about hell
Some wonder why I'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my deepest feeling

[Chorus]
Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)
Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)

[Esham]
Can't decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Brain your melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box
Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet deep
Closed Casket, just another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so you're callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man Morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I'm blankin out
Polly want a cracker, but I'm never ever crankin out
Call me Dr. Frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin I'm
Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, I'mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear
Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear

[Chorus]

[Esham]
It's ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens
The sounds of a madman, embattled in Morty's Theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply voodoo
Hallucinatin visions of killin you
The thought of even thinkin that, I think I need a drink
In fact I think I need some therapy cuz ain't nobody helpin me
Since I got no excuses, for mental abuses, I'm losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of hate you
Born and bred, gone dead, my mind bled
Every time the Holy Bible was read
To say that I love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways
Think about Voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
Spit wit Morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist
Esham the Unholy, straight suicidalist

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You gotta keep saying it
Say Gravediggaz Gravediggaz
come on say it with me come on
Gravediggaz come on

Gravy yeah uh huh

[Grymreaper]
You don't pull on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
and you can't fuck with me and my men so check it out

Chorus: Ryzarector

Yah Here come the Gravediggaz repeat 3X
(Pray for your mommy)

Verse One: Grymreaper

Boom bit competition ain't shit
Fakin the funk like silicon tits
Left on a level of a skill
or jack the imposer like the Buffalo Bills
They come close but can't win
or do a damn thang, huh
I'm merciless like Maine
As I get the wreck off
I navigate a course like Czechov
Soft MCs you better step off
Will a villain ever learn
I'm killin like a mad germ
I burn MCs like a bad perm
Do not turn
'Cause I got you on my infrared
Once I dead
I pop 'em like a pimple's head
I get up and get down like I was gravity
Cause pains like cavity
Thick like a salary
Flow with little or no skills I kill 'em
My shoes are illa makin a mountain out of a molehill
Chill
Or your ass'll be tooken fast
Crossed in the style like Alice in the lookin glass
You wanna see the Grym get raw
Ay-yo I bust your whole shits in your

Verse Two:

My style's gravy, rough and real
Raise up the rugged on my Gravedigga shield
That's how I deal with the fake frauds
I flow hard
Yo hearthrobs'll get robbed
I come with the wicked one stompin tons
I mud other crap as I wreck your town
Cock my bore to hell
as we dwell
to a ludicrous lunar eclipse
no to exit
I radiate gamma rays at random
I slam 'em
Yo, quick fast like the phantom
Guard my gate
with a passed down cape
You wanna escape
And now ain't no one safe
Check it
as I hit you with a boom from the trigga

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Verse Three: Rzarector

I learned to burn rap germs like antiseptics
Dem while eats, I piece a music living epic
Words like proverbs
Blended braided so on like a storm or song of king David
Potentially vital, only as the bible
Camel eyes used to worship the false idols
New form of literature, dance to the fiddler
Don't mean to riddle you God
I'm not The Riddler
On super the moon, no, wait for high noon
I'm the other space Doom I be entombed
I don't squawk like a hawk or stalk like a stork
But walk in New York, stay away from pork
Rhymes are by passion
Don't need the hassle
Swingin everything cause I'm king of the castle
Niggas gettin boggled, it scream and squabble
Gravediggaz got the paperback novel
So line by line you should read
Take heed
Or you'll bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed

Chorus: repeat 2X

Pray for your mommy -- 4X

Chorus to fade

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"Life"
"Dearly beloved"
"You got 2 choices a what you can do"
"Dearly beloved"

Life After death which one do you choose?
From my pointa view ain't got shit to lose
And life ain't shit but a state a mind
I hear voices in my head that keep tellin me I'm dead
I sing the blues until my tongue gets black
I breathe my last breath on a funky track
Some say we all are evil, we all are the same
I roll with a gang and Natas is the name
I say my slang ain't no shame to my game
Life after death, I feel no pain
I pimp strut around and limbo
I got hellish rhymes on my mind so I might let 'em flow
I shot those suckas and I'll shoot the rest
I'm down with Natas and the life after death
To the beat, to the beat, to the funk and a freak
That I kick suck my dick suck my fuckin dick
Life after death, it really makes you wonder
Niggaz feel the blast from the shotgun thunder
Catch me if you can, understand if you can
Life after death, the tales of a mad man
It's a mystery, what's next? What's next?
Take a guess, is there life after death?

"If you know what time it is, it's time to get ill"
"He put the gun to my head and this is what he said"
"I think you know what timeit is, it's time to get ill"
"And I shot those suckas and I'll shoot the rest"

The preacher told me I shouldn't say
We're all gonna die on judgement day
The preacher told a lie that's why I don't pray
God bless the child to the rhythm that I play
Dead on arrival, no time for no survival
I'm lookin at the signs and they all are reading vital
I think I'm suicidal, because of my recital
Some say I'm psycho, they label it my title
Natas is down to do the do with whoever
My voodoo is clever, can you fuck with it? Never
Anybody in the path of the road that I travel
It's journey for a battle
Life after death, when you die then you're dead
Headed for the afterlife, hole in your head
The symptoms of insanity has got me on the ledge
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Two to the head, they label me a dead
I'm better off dead, I'm already dead
You've never heard a dead man rock it deadly
I keep askin myself is the world ready
I get rough like a nap in a niggaz head
I chop off ya head, and then I fill ya fulla lead
This shit gets yo ass like a shot gun to the chest
So close your eyes and breathe your last breath
No other alternative, so tell me what's left
So you can find out first hand, is there life after death?

"Get ready cause this ain't funny"
"Get ready cause this ain't funny"
"Get ready cause this ain't funny"
"Get ready cause this ain't funny"

Natas and the crew, the year is 92
I thought you know you know, I thought you said you knew!
Life is like that, it's like this round the clock
Acid rap, spiced with a little bit a rock
And roll, rockin your soul from life to death
Back from hell to yell and tell my tale
So you can tell a preacher, that a niggaz out to teach ya
Not a creature feature, but I'm still I can reach ya
It's me, TNT, black devil head master
M-I-N-D, and we ain't friendly
I let you all see, what I can see
Life after death, and death's after me!
I was born to die, but I'm born again
I sport the wicked grin, cause I was born in sin
I'm not a bapist or a buddha or a monk
Just a funky nigga with the showel and funk
So if I spill my guts upside a bloody cross
My hands all bloody inside the bloody sauce
So tell me what's next, God knows my name
I feel no pain, so is there life after death?

"Natas, life after death"

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"This is a Channel 7 news breif because the news is happening now."
"Hello, Morque Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police and
investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody
stole 4 dead bodies from the Wayne County morgue late Monday night.
Police say, the apparent body theif entered through the basement
window, but how he alluded the security and alarm system is still a
mystery. But what we at Channel 7 are wondering, what kind of sick
fuck would steal 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11."

(Violent J)
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn
Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin that dead body gloven
Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied
I just ate my first dead body last week
Still gots the finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yelling and cursing my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall
Kicked open the door and he whipped me down the hall
I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"
He said I was born of an alien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand
I'm just the dead body man

"We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, woo!"

(Violent J)
Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell
Some people run cuz they don't like the smell
Others line up just as quick as they can
To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but ah
Just don't look in the trunk
I drive down Central kickin the bass
Chillin with my freaks and I'm picked her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
Cuz my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Than a ho you can't trust, always diggin a nut
A dead body bitch learns to keep her mouth shut
Riding in the back is my dead body crew
Only they can never think of nothing to do
If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man

"We also collect dead bodies
So, if you know any dead people
Or you yourself are planning on dying soon
We'll be happy to come to your house
And pay cash for it
We appreciate good healthy stiff
For our dinner
Woohoo!"

(chorus (1x))
Call me the dead body man (some one give em to me)
Call me the dead body man (just sell em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can mail em to me)
Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)
Call me the dead body man (won't ya give em to me)
Call me the dead body man (just sell em to me)
Call me the dead body man (just mail em to me)
Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can give em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can sell em to me)
Call me the dead body man (won't ya mail em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can bring em to me)
Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man

I came to get my rocks off, my fucking rocks off (x4)
I came to get my rocks off,
Knock the boots and the socks off,
I hope the pussy ain't burnin' like hot sauce.
I got my jimmy hat, come on and gimme that,
Hairy bloody Mary, hopin' that it's plenty fat.
Bend your ass over cuz I'm goin' in the rectum,
Balls in your mouth, yeah I expect them,
To be juggle, jiggle, wiggle, and shakin',
Ain't no fakin', cuz I'm down for pussy dickin'.
Got my dick in yo' mouth, all by your gums,
I wanna see ya hum, cuz I wanna see me cum.
Niggas try to cock block cuz I make they hoes hot,
She's got my dick in her mouth!

I came to get my rocks off...(4x)

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, that's what you is to me,
Let a nun suck my dick, and the preacher man see.
Get buck wild, I like to fuck doggy style.
And do it in the alley, slam dunkin' like Sally,
With the funk comin' from the female,
Pressed on Lee nails, and yet still the pussy smells.
These are the tales, the freaky tales,
And a stanky pussy bitch can go to hell.
Yeah, Esham's back the unholy black devil,
Take a stanky bitch to that other level.
Ain't no shame, ain't no shame in the hoe,
Make me came from where I cum from, bitch give me a blow,
And let her know, it don't pay to be a hoe,
Cuz I run up in your pussy like the big foe,
I came to get my rocks off.

I came to get my rocks off...(4x)

I came to get my rocks off, big bust big nuts,
What's up sluts, hoe, tramp, bitch suck dick all day.
Knotty long, dick gone bone, king kong,
Get more pussy than a dyke on a dirt bike,
Don't like, what I'm talkin' 'bout,
Put my dick up in your mouth.
Skezzer, hoe pleaser, pussy teaser.
Throw a bitch in the trunk, bumpin' that funk.
Hang my nuts on the coconut tree, suck my D-I-C-K,
All day, fuck the KKK.
Shoot a nut like a AK.
Spray the whole fuckin' block,
A tick tock and you don't stop,
When you're suckin' my cock.
I came to get my rocks off.

I came to get my rocks off...(9x)

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