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Rock The Dead - Mostasteless (Reissue) (1999)
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Make a move to the sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive Make a move to the sky Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive
[madrox]
Space and beyond, mind of a idiot I stole your head stone from your grave plot Conscious and confused, See tomorrow's dreams on tonights news Bloo bah falling through a hole in the sky Will I die? And all the time I've applied with this life love and lies Stepping in the darkness walking through my conscience Like an android I remain heartless Underground and middle know me well Bring it to the white lights of the depths of hell Walk through the time ? ? ? hand in hand with clear minds Thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of wind chimes Peel back the rind and examine the fruit Run to the corpse buried in it's best suit Maggots crawling out it's face Eyes sunk in it's head Through your fucking arms up and rock the dead
Chorus
[monoxide] Screamin like ah I cant even take it no more Release the straps from my jacket and let me go Ill medication got my whole body shaking Planning escaping but they gon keep on chasing I faceing off with world and the planet nigga hoe Buried alive like real God dammit It ain't a living thing it's a no fuck wit it thing Bring the pain, and ima leave with the rain Insane when I leave this bitch I got the whole world screaming out you ain't shit We be the wrong ones you can bet I don't know why you hide your face, cuz I'm coming for your neck Bad part, of your block What you got? should I cut your head off, on the spot A whole pile a dead bodies I'm on top Me and my man rocking the dead like Uh non stop
Chorus
Got vision on you point blank range Strange look coming Cuz I'm in all black and I be rocking with the axe Every day life how I'm living Cemetery watch the grave digging Sacrifice another victim You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods Hang myself from a higher branch if I could Gotta get em out gotta get these thoughts outta my head So I keep rocking the dead
[madrox] Some of my best friends are dead If you include monoxide, violent j, shaggy and evil ed Serial killers from the west and the east Dead motherfuckers from here to brake st. Fuck it if you missing some limbs and patches of hair Nod your bald head and through your nubs in the air I wanna see zombies jump and scream a loud And kill every live motherfucker in the crowd
