Dig Em Up

[Intro: Allen Hawes (Ron Palillo)]
I don't know how you talked me into this, Tommy. Hell, I must be crazy. If the institution ever finds out about this, they're gonna haul our butts back in in straitjackets

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob, 2-Face, & Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (Yeah!)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (What?)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (Yeah!)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Dig 'em up, what the fuck, let me see some blood and guts
Dig 'em up 'fore they shrivel up, I don't give a fuck
Dig 'em up, run amok, now your corpse is out of luck
I'ma dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up

[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob]
Dig 'em up, dig up the Hootie Mack, dig 'em up
What the fuck? You must be on crack if you thinkin' you can fuck
With Isolated Beingz, you'll get struck
With the force of an 18-wheeler Mack Truck
Masked up when I'm diggin' underneath the moon (Yeah!)
Snatchin' dead bodies from a freshly dug tomb (Yeah!)
I'm married to the wicked shit and I'm the fuckin' groom
They told me I was nuts and put me in a padded room
Soon I'ma be reunited with my friend
He always has my back until the motherfuckin' end
I guess I done lost my shit again
I broke into the cemetery with a devilish grin
I finally had enough, I took the shovel and a bucket
And went to my homeboy's grave and said "Fuck it"
Diggin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it?
Boy you should have known by now Ruthless dug it

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob, 2-Face, & Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (Yeah!)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (What?)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (Yeah!)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Dig 'em up, what the fuck, let me see some blood and guts
Dig 'em up 'fore they shrivel up, I don't give a fuck
Dig 'em up, run amok, now your corpse is out of luck
I'ma dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up

[Verse 2: 2-Face & 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
If you wanna play pretend dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Do you miss your best friend? Dig 'em up, dig 'em up
If you wanna get fucked dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Graverobbers know what's up, dig 'em up, dig 'em up
I'ma dig 'em up 'cause I'm a sick fuck
My livin' dead slut, worms danglin' out her butt
Organs fallin' out her stomach like some blunt guts
Graverobbin' necrophiliac, misconduct
So what's up? (So what's up?), I got the shovel in my hand
Late night, roll through, diggin' up my girlfriend
So goddamn (goddamn), this The Silence of The Lambs
Got my dick tucked in, dancin' 'round a pentagram
Back in my shed, zombie tied to my bed
Playin' with the Ouija board, spirits givin' me head
Maggots crawlin' out her pussy and her skin pale white
And I just might murder boogie on your grave tonight

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob, 2-Face, & Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (Yeah!)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (What?)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up (Yeah!)
Dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Dig 'em up, what the fuck, let me see some blood and guts
Dig 'em up 'fore they shrivel up, I don't give a fuck
Dig 'em up, run amok, now your corpse is out of luck
I'ma dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig 'em up

[Outro: Allen Hawes (Ron Palillo) & Tommy Jarvis (Thom Mathews)]
Okay, there is is, huh. There's his grave. Okay, let's go
Wait a second
What?
I gotta be sure