(Intro) What the hell are they? What the hell are they? They k** for food What the hell are they? They're us, that's all 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 walkin' through Black Blood Cemetart, I thought you f**in' knew Komatose a violent man in the world of the living Just because i'm dead, you think i'm gonna stop k**ing? Please b**h, you can go straight to hell With an icepick to your neck and then i'll drop you down a wishing well (Rukus: Bye bye motherf**er) And once it's said and done, i'll look for another victim Stabbin', stickin', brains i'm lickin', skin i'm rippin' and graves i'm diggin' And once-a-f**in-gain i'm rich b**h set trippin' Richies ain't worth sh** but a half a dime a dozen And only 3 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 f**in' face Like Silent Hill, i'll flip your world around Bringin' nightmares to you while you sleep safe and sound (Chorus) Black Blood Cemetary. I thought you knew. We're out the grave (Verse2: Rukus) Well i'm coming 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 f** you call it Representin' Cutthroat, these rhymes are from the vault ??? the horror, yo my microphone is far from blessed I'm quick to make a fist and punch your heart right out your chest You know it's Rukus, the deciple of the walking dead A Kryptik k**a roaming the earth in search of human heads I rock the mic like a horrorcore witch docter Got body parts in my trunk, call it the meat locker Just like shocker I got Zappa now i'm back up in this f**in' piece My f**in'posse consists of all the recently deceased I gots to go, i'll sign off with this wicked flow Cutthroat Productions in this b**h, welcome to the horror show (Chorus) X2 Black Blood Cemetary. I thought you knew. We're out the grave They k** for one reason. They k** for food They k** for one reason. They k** for food When there's no more room in hell... the dead will walk the earth Walk the earth Walk the earth Walk the earth