[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
A motherfucker recognize a thug mashin' hard (Yeah)
Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard (What?)
Buried so long, nobody gave a shit (Uh-uh)
Blood and tears, embedded in my casket
Been surrounded, old folks everywhere (Uh-huh)
Smell of dry piss (Ew!) covered the air (Ugh!)
When I heard the voices say "Arise from the grave"
I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge
Shotgun, double-barrel sawed off pump, broken safety
Guns do the talkin' (Motherfucker!) if you test me
Psycho thug, mashin' out of control (Yeah!)
Spent too many fuckin' years deep in a hole (Uh-huh!)
But still I'm a killer, fiendin' for the streets (Bitch!)
Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat (What?)
All that change, now got maggots on my face (Uh-huh)
I'm back from the dead to give your ass a taste
[Hook: Monoxide & Jamie Madrox]
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
[Verse 2: Anybody Killa]
The grave ain't no place to be (What?), too much like the penitentiary (Yeah!)
Locked away in concrete or buried 6 feet
Guess so, so when you roam, you can find your way home
Cuffs tight around the wrist 'cause I was bustin' my chrome
Dark visions in the smog when I walk with the dead
Bad dreams in the night keep you shakin' in bed
Is it all in your head or ‘cause you're locked in a cage?
And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way (What?)
[Verse 3: Monoxide]
I'm sittin' in the cemetery (Here I go!)
I got a plan to kill a pig, so I placed a phony call about a bitch I buried (Bitch!)
Fuck a cell, I won't ever go back
I got your precinct in my pocket like a folded-up rap
I look in the back, a squad car pullin' up slow
I grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove and let it blow
Dashin' off like a thief in the night, to me it was right
I had to end his motherfuckin' life!
[Hook: Monoxide & Jamie Madrox]
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
[Verse 4: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
They can't keep a dead body locked down in the ground or the pen
Dig through the dirt, break free again (Uh-huh)
Leave my home of the grave, shared with the roaches
Back on the street, keep an eye on the vultures
Make my escape out the front gates
When the pigs check for prints, ain't no trace
Of a gangsta, I'm already out robbin' suckers
Pistol-whippin' bitches, puttin' holes in motherfuckers (What?)
Act like you know, it's Psychopathic on the Glock
And I gives no fuck when I'm mashin' up your block (Whoop whoop!)
Empty out the chamber, so long to your family
Everybody history, nothing left but memories
Friends gather, cryin', you're one with the earth
Ain't nobody cry for me, not even the church
My rebirth was greeted by a police chase
But I'm a thug motherfucker, I ain't catchin' a case! (Yeah!)
[Hook: Monoxide & Jamie Madrox]
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killer!
Hustler on the street, neighborhood drug dealer!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my motherfuckin' casket!
[Skit]
911 Emergency, can I help you?
Would you please send someone to 12 Cherry Nut Lane?
What seems to be the problem, sir?
There's a fuckin' guy beatin' on my door
I don't know what I'm supposed to do...
I got a gun...
Please don't do anything rash
I-I know. I don't wanna have to shoot anybody, but he's bangin'...
Where exactly is he at?
Can-can you hear that? He's Fuckin’ banging on the door! Would you go away?!
Sir, please calm down
It's hard to calm down; I don't know what I'm supposed to do!
Listen to me, sir. Listen to me...
I don't know if this is a fuckin' Halloween prank or not, but I am scared, ok?!
Sir...
And I don't want to have to hurt someone, would you please send someone over here right now!!!
