(Intro)
What the hell are they?
What the hell are they?
They k** for food
What the hell are they?
They're us, that's all
When there's no more room in hell... the dead will walk the earth
(Verse 1: Komatose)
I creep out the grave when people be walkin' through
Black Blood Cemetart, I thought you f**in' knew
Komatose a violent man in the world of the living
Just because i'm dead, you think i'm gonna stop k**ing?
Please b**h, you can go straight to hell
With an icepick to your neck and then i'll drop you down a wishing well (Rukus: Bye bye motherf**er)
And once it's said and done, i'll look for another victim
Stabbin', stickin', brains i'm lickin', skin i'm rippin' and graves i'm diggin'
And once-a-f**in-gain i'm rich b**h set trippin'
Richies ain't worth sh** but a half a dime a dozen
And only 3 cents when the chainsaw's buzzin'
It tears into human flesh oh so quick
Uncle Koma's many corpses told you I was sick
When you think it's over just when you think it's safe
Hot poker to the head then it exits out your f**in' face
Like Silent Hill, i'll flip your world around
Bringin' nightmares to you while you sleep safe and sound
(Chorus)
Black Blood Cemetary. I thought you knew. We're out the grave
(Verse2: Rukus)
Well i'm coming out the grave and i'm lookin for some warm flesh
I'll ravage your body and leave you lyin' in a bloody mess
'Cause i'm a freak, night of the creeps, whatever the f** you call it
Representin' Cutthroat, these rhymes are from the vault
??? the horror, yo my microphone is far from blessed
I'm quick to make a fist and punch your heart right out your chest
You know it's Rukus, the deciple of the walking dead
A Kryptik k**a roaming the earth in search of human heads
I rock the mic like a horrorcore witch docter
Got body parts in my trunk, call it the meat locker
Just like shocker I got Zappa now i'm back up in this f**in' piece
My f**in'posse consists of all the recently deceased
I gots to go, i'll sign off with this wicked flow
Cutthroat Productions in this b**h, welcome to the horror show
(Chorus) X2
Black Blood Cemetary. I thought you knew. We're out the grave
They k** for one reason. They k** for food
They k** for one reason. They k** for food
When there's no more room in hell... the dead will walk the earth
Walk the earth
Walk the earth
Walk the earth