Wake The Dead - Esham

Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands

Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance

The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix

Now it’s time to teach an old dog new tricks

You can’t learn, so I burn your Holy Bible

Let’s take a trip into my mind I’m suicidal

I’ll get’cha locked inside my brain cell

And turn the world upside-down and make it rain hell

I know you can’t see, I’m not your G-O-D

I got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt wax

The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin'

The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain’t bullshittin'

Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved

I make dead bodies roll over their graves

I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4

After that I’ll scream God I can’t wait for more

WAKE THE DEAD

Wakin’up D-E-A-D bodies around me And I’m from motherfuckin’motown G Blood stains all in the river 'cause I’m slittin’throats

Bodies chokin’and croakin’when I hit a note

Rotten, gone but not forgotten

Breathe your last breath 'cause the rhyme was death

So yes y’all, get off the wall for the psycho

Alfadiscobeta vinyl

Aquadoodoo, rock my voodoo

I’m kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knew

I get funky in the joint, but what’s the point

Esham and I’m from D motherfuckin’troit

Back up off me I’m black like coffee

I rock for the suicidalists not the softees

Up and at 'em, I’m runnin’at 'em I got 'em scared

Now watch the devil get loose as I wake the dead

WAKE THE DEAD

I never fall back, I’m not a new jack

I get to sayin’wicked shit and get a flashback

I gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetry

To all the people that knowin’me

Some say I’m crazy for kickin’my looney tunes

When I drop bass, my shit goes boom

Never ever fake shit, on stage I break shit

And when I’m rockin’it you know it’s the shit

I’m never stuck up so shut the fuck up

'Cause talkin’some shit about me will run your luck up Headbangers bang your head to wake the dead

The red rum or is the rum red

From a black man, killa rap man

I’m not the caped crusaed named Batman

I like it louder, I’ll make it prouder

I’ll make your system blow up like gun powder

Yes yes y’all, that’s what I’m sayin'

All the headbangers bang your head to wake the dead

WAKE THE DEAD