Out the Grave (Original)

(Intro)
What the hell are they?
They're us that's all
When there's no more room in hell
When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth
They kill for one reason
They kill for food
What the hell are they?
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 comin' through
Black Blood Cemetery, I thought you fuckin' knew
Komatose, a violent man, in the world of the living
Just 'cause i'm dead, you think i'm gonna stop killing?
Please bitch, you can go straight to hell
With an icepick to the neck and then i'll drop you down a wishing well
Rukus: Bye, bye motherfucker
And once it's said and done, i'll look for another victim
Satbbin', stickin', brain's i'm lickin', skin' i'm rippin' and graves i'm diggin'
And once a-fuckin'-gain, i'm rich bitch set trippin'
Richies ain't worth shit but a half a dime a dozen
And only three 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 fuckin' face
Like Silent Hill, i'll flip your world around
Don't be afraid to shake my hand if you see it stickin' out the ground
Just shake it, say "what up bitch?"
Haha

(Interlude)
What's up motherfucker?
Kryptik's runnin' shit
Two tripple 0
You know what i'm sayin?
Komatose and Rukus, yeah
Blackblood Cemetery
I thought you knew
Out the grave

(Verse 2: Rukus)
Well i'm comin' 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 fuck you call it
Representin' Cutthroat, these rhymes are from the vault
Visions of all the horrors yo, my microphone is from blessed
I'm quick to grip my fist and rip your heart right out ya chest
You know it's Rukus, the diciple of the walking dead
A Kryptik killer roamin' the earth in search of human head
So I rock the mic like a horrorcore witch docter
I got body parts in my trunk, call it the meat locker
Just like Chaka, I got zapped but i'm back up in this piece
My fuckin' posse consists of all the recently deceased
I gots to go, i'll sign off with this wicked flow
Cutthroat, Kryptik runnin' shit in two triple 0
I thought ya knew
Yo hoe, I gotta go

(Outro) X3
When there's no more room in hell
Black Blood Cemetery
I'm comin' out the grave
Yo

Temple of the dea bitch
Temple of the motherfuckin' dead bitch
Waht the hell are they?
Yeah, makin' all you bitches scream
When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth