The Graveyard Project Born (Ft. Insane Clown Posse)

[Intro]
*laughing*
I hate it
I'm too scared
I'm [?] walking through the graveyard
Who's-
What's that?
Who's out there?
Who are you?
Who are you?
*whistling*
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!

I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard

[Verse 1: Frank Nitty]
Tick to the motherfuckin tock
Nigga the clique from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Bitch don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
When I start pullin cards
Cuz J will be the burier
2 Dope will be the carrier
And Project Born is sworn to put a bullet in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead the dead are movin and they woke up
A lot of souls and hope like what the hell will Nitty spoke?
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on that fuckin tombstone read
Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
Tryin to be hard will get you there
A nine milla mil will put you there
Punk ass nigga to do your hair
And six motherfuckers to carry you there
Suicide is certain best believe that I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin in work I do much dirt so call it curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast ya, no fuckin ever after
These punk ass niggas keep tryin to throw the casket
On the masta, I'm fasta
You should of tried to beat me to the funeral
I don't give a fuck , it's Mr. Nitty R.I.P.'n hoes
Come flesh get next from the brother on the boulevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard