LRC歌词
Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands
The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix
Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance
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 bullshittin'
Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved
I make dead bodies roll over their graves
I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4
After that I'll scream God I can't wait for more
WAKE THE DEAD
Wakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around me
And I'm from motherf**kin' 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 was death
So yes y'all, get off the wall for the psycho
Alfadiscobeta 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 D motherf**kin' 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
WAKE THE DEAD
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 brain, money dollar insane poetry
To all the people that knowin' 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**k 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 crusaed 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
WAKE THE DEAD
The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix
Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance
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 bullshittin'
Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved
I make dead bodies roll over their graves
I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4
After that I'll scream God I can't wait for more
WAKE THE DEAD
Wakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around me
And I'm from motherf**kin' 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 was death
So yes y'all, get off the wall for the psycho
Alfadiscobeta 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 D motherf**kin' 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
WAKE THE DEAD
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 brain, money dollar insane poetry
To all the people that knowin' 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**k 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 crusaed 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
WAKE THE DEAD
文本歌词
Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my handsThe witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mixTonight all the dead in the cemetery will danceNow it's time to teach an old dog new tricksYou can't learn, so I burn your Holy BibleLet's take a trip into my mind I'm suicidalI'll get'cha locked inside my brain cellAnd turn the world upside-down and make it rain hellI know you can't see, I'm not your G-O-DI got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt waxThe unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin'The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin'Pray all night and day, my soul might be savedI make dead bodies roll over their gravesI drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4After that I'll scream God I can't wait for moreWAKE THE DEADWakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around meAnd I'm from motherf**kin' motown GBlood stains all in the river 'cause I'm slittin' throatsBodies chokin' and croakin' when I hit a noteRotten, gone but not forgottenBreathe your last breath 'cause the rhyme was deathSo yes y'all, get off the wall for the psychoAlfadiscobeta vinylAquadoodoo, rock my voodooI'm kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knewI get funky in the joint, but what's the pointEsham and I'm from D motherf**kin' troitBack up off me I'm black like coffeeI rock for the suicidalists not the softeesUp and at 'em, I'm runnin' at 'em I got 'em scaredNow watch the devil get loose as I wake the deadWAKE THE DEADI never fall back, I'm not a new jackI get to sayin' wicked sh*t and get a flashbackI gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetryTo all the people that knowin' meSome say I'm crazy for kickin' my looney tunesWhen I drop bass, my sh*t goes boomNever ever fake sh*t, on stage I break sh*tAnd when I'm rockin' it you know it's the sh*tI'm never stuck up so shut the f**k up'Cause talkin' some sh*t about me will run your luck upHeadbangers bang your head to wake the deadThe red rum or is the rum redFrom a black man, killa rap manI'm not the caped crusaed named BatmanI like it louder, I'll make it prouderI'll make your system blow up like gun powderYes yes y'all, that's what I'm sayin'All the headbangers bang your head to wake the deadWAKE THE DEAD
