Tekst:
Insane Clown Posse Graveyard

-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves Sellin

-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves Sellin

r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves Sellin

So there i was watching Sanford & Son workin the graveyard shift at a party before rollin a splif in behind the glass i see crackheads all night but tonight

shatter Killing these kilowatts is all that matter Fuck the police, the citizens, and (fuck the judge) I'll blow they whole house down with some old clown

sound)nice.."Finsih up the whole glass, and repeat it twice!" All done "Let's go, put your shoes on!" where we goin' homie? "To the graveyard!" what

hearse) We do Clown Love Juggalos First (they do) (Red and black skullcaps everywhere) With tha fresh face paint and the Twiztid hair (We find peace at the graveyard

toys, toys, toys Bang! Clang! Hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard