The Thing From The Grave

[Intro]
Zombie or not zombie, a zombie; I call it The Thing From The Grave

[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob]
I've been dead for five years but I woke up in my casket
Thinkin' to myself "Yo, somebody needs they ass kicked"
Climbed up out the dirt and started lookin' for a bastard
Stabbed him in the back of the head and started laughin'
Imagine a dead zombie comin' to get you
Split your ass in two and start chewin' brain tissue
Nobody's gonna miss you once you're in the grave
The place that I called home had me feeling like a slave
Now I'm back for revenge for bitches speakin' on my name in vain
The Thing From The Grave will make you feel my pain
Bloodstains on my shirt, dirt and mud cover my pants
I watch your cold dead body drop and start doin' a dance
There ain't no second chance, you only get one life, you dirty bitch
Unless you're Double R, Uncle Roof, or fuckin' King Ruthless
You shit your pants once you saw me creepin' through the cemetery
You can try to run away but sooner or later you will be buried

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob]
The Thing From The Grave!
Bitch I'm back from the dead
Revenge on my mind, time to make your blood shed
The Thing From The Grave!
You done fucked up now
And I ain't goin' back to sleep until there's bodies in a pile
The Thing From The Grave!
Bitch I'm back from the crypt
Back from the graveyard, let the blood drip
The Thing From The Grave!
Leave your ass leakin' liquid
You can try your best but there's no rest for the wicked

[Verse 2: 2-Face]
The Thing From The Grave, The Creature From The Black Lagoon
Comin' to you soon, bitch, next full moon
The swamp is my tomb, covered in seaweed out the womb
Meet your maker, meet your doom, I'ma drag you out the room
Where my goons, where my killers? Covered in disease, salmonella
Michael Jackson, I'm your thriller, Zodiac and Jack The Ripper
Grab the body, now the zipper, zip it up, I am sicker
You might be quick but I am quicker, drunk off liquor
More crazy than your average ordinary murderers
The Black Dahlia, tell me, have you heard of her?
I'm sneakin' in your house but I'm no burglarer
You can't hide from this modern-day sorcerer
I'm gonna torture her, I'll be escortin' her
To the grave now called home, just a bag of bones
Comin' you won't see that I am on my Game of Thrones

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob]
The Thing From The Grave!
Bitch I'm back from the dead
Revenge on my mind, time to make your blood shed
The Thing From The Grave!
You done fucked up now
And I ain't goin' back to sleep until there's bodies in a pile
The Thing From The Grave!
Bitch I'm back from the crypt
Back from the graveyard, let the blood drip
The Thing From The Grave!
Leave your ass leakin' liquid
You can try your best but there's no rest for the wicked

[Verse 3: N8 Money]
I'm at the point sayin' why you wanna try me
N8 Money from Kryp-T-I-D back with IB
At it again, on the path that we paved
Out of the shadows like The motherfuckin' Thing From The Grave
Slightly modified and zombified, run the other way
We out here gettin' it with The Sindicate, today is the day
The Kryptid Army and The Zombiez keepin' the wicked shit alive
This is the part that keeps goin' for the ones that survived
Whether we just spittin' or gettin' plastered
Or we gettin' high and splittin' on them Dutch Masters
I'm goin' faster, let me tell ya the motherfuckin' deal
One hand on the blunt, other on the wheel
And we swervin', just cut off into your lane
Puffin' on the funky shit that cuts into your brain
We in Charm City but I'm ridin' like we at The Buck
On the way to the cemetery, not givin' a fuck

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob]
The Thing From The Grave!
Bitch I'm back from the dead
Revenge on my mind, time to make your blood shed
The Thing From The Grave!
You done fucked up now
And I ain't goin' back to sleep until there's bodies in a pile
The Thing From The Grave!
Bitch I'm back from the crypt
Back from the graveyard, let the blood drip
The Thing From The Grave!
Leave your ass leakin' liquid
You can try your best but there's no rest for the wicked

[Outro]
Ah! Ooh! Uncle!