Wake the Dead lyrics

[Intro]
Now the thing I like about this is that there are so many things
That there are aspects to look at
There's a [function?] [?] [songs?] [?]

[Verse 1]
Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands
Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance
The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix
Now it's time to teach an old dog new tricks
You can't learn, so I burn your Holy Bible
Let's take a trip into my mind I'm suicidal
I'll get'cha locked inside my brain cell
And turn the world upside-down and make it rain hell
I know you can't see, I'm not your G-O-D
I got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt wax
The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin'
The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullsh*ttin'
Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved
I make dead bodies roll over in graves
I drop one, drop two, and then three, four
After that I'll scream "God I can't drop no more"

[Hook]
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
[Verse 2]
Wakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around me
And I'm from motherf*ckin' Motown G
Blood stains all in the river 'cause I'm slittin' throats
Bodies chokin' and croakin' when I hit a note
Rotten, gone but not forgotten, breathe your last breath
'Cause the rhyme is death
So yes y'all, get off the wall for the psycho
Alphadiscobeta vinyl, aquadoodoo, rock my voodoo
I'm kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knew
I get funky in the joint, but what's the point
Esham and I'm from De-motherf*ckin'-troit
Back up off me I'm black like coffee
I rock for the suicidalists not the softees
Up and at 'em, I'm runnin' at 'em I got 'em scared
Now watch the devil get loose as I wake the dead

[Hook]
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
[Verse 3]
I never fall back, I'm not a new jack
I get to sayin' wicked sh*t and get a flashback
I gotta unholy mind game, runnin' down my insane poetry
To all the people that know of me
Some say I'm crazy for kickin' my looney tunes
When I drop bass, my sh*t goes boom
Never ever fake sh*t, on stage I break sh*t
And when I'm rockin' it you know it's the sh*t
I'm never stuck up so shut the f*ck up
'Cause talkin' some sh*t about me will run your luck up
Headbangers bang your head to wake the dead
The red rum or is the rum red
From a black man, killa rap man
I'm not the caped crusader named Batman
I like it louder, I'll make it prouder
I'll make your system blow up like gun powder
Yes yes y'all, that's what I'm sayin'
All the headbangers bang your head to wake the dead

[Hook]
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
Wake the dead! (Wake the dead!)
[Outro]
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