| Song | Wut tha Dead Like |
| Artist | Twiztid |
| Album | Freek Show |
| 作曲 : ICP, Twiztid | |
| Big E, Violent | |
| J, Shaggy 2 dope, | |
| Madrox, Monoxide | |
| Tell me what the dead like | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| We be killin' off mainstream | |
| We make it out to earn a dollar in this pipe dream | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| It's very complicated | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| We the people in the moonlight sittin' in the graveyard all night | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| I give a fuck about nothin' bitch and | |
| I know you hate it | |
| We don't let you bitches crawl off | |
| We chop your head and watch it fall off | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They sit and wait for armageddon | |
| They be runnin' with the hatchet | |
| So they can put a slit in your neck just like a neden | |
| And strangle your soul and let you jump and tryna catch it | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They like a boom boom boom | |
| They like a hahahahahahaha ridin' a broom | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Well they just like me | |
| Not givin' a fuck the world baby, care free | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Na..na..na..na don't follow me, don't follow me | |
| J talking about life and death* | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They like living underground | |
| Is what the dead like? | |
| When it's dark they come around | |
| We sum off the wall, like givin' a fuck and all | |
| Out the shadows, like a serial killa | |
| With a double headed axe we dub the wig splitta | |
| Runnin' wild beneath the streets | |
| And while you bitches hate we laughin' at all y'all | |
| Is what the dead like? | |
| From the southwest back and to the muthafuckin' east | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Sixth feet deep beneath earth | |
| Diggin' the deep but that's underground since birth | |
| Subterania hearse, coming out through the dark | |
| With the blood thirst and juggalo love comin' first | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| You gotta be dead to comprehened it | |
| We'll still be standin' when your airplane's ended | |
| Buried alive you eternally you can't stand it | |
| The dead like always forever in a trenches | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Na..na..na..na don't follow me, don't follow me | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They like the psychopathic shit | |
| If they see the hatchetman then it's underground legit | |
| Is what the dead like? | |
| And they takin' nothin' less | |
| Keep it underground for life is the dead's only request | |
| They be worshippin' the reapa | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Someone at you and | |
| I feel that's the keepa | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| You can ask what | |
| Richard Pryor | |
| I know that muthafuckas life is about to expire | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| It's like a stream of bad luck | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Mad curupt, covered in blood, bitch whut? | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| We daze and confused | |
| Runnin' with the hatchet to death we can't loose | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Fuck the spotlight | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Only come out at night 'cause we melt in the sunlight | |
| We stay in the graveyard with our dead ass juggalos | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Don't know, ya don't need know | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Na..na..na..na don't follow me, don't follow me |
| zuò qǔ : ICP, Twiztid | |
| Big E, Violent | |
| J, Shaggy 2 dope, | |
| Madrox, Monoxide | |
| Tell me what the dead like | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| We be killin' off mainstream | |
| We make it out to earn a dollar in this pipe dream | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| It' s very complicated | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| We the people in the moonlight sittin' in the graveyard all night | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| I give a fuck about nothin' bitch and | |
| I know you hate it | |
| We don' t let you bitches crawl off | |
| We chop your head and watch it fall off | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They sit and wait for armageddon | |
| They be runnin' with the hatchet | |
| So they can put a slit in your neck just like a neden | |
| And strangle your soul and let you jump and tryna catch it | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They like a boom boom boom | |
| They like a hahahahahahaha ridin' a broom | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Well they just like me | |
| Not givin' a fuck the world baby, care free | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Na.. na.. na.. na don' t follow me, don' t follow me | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They like living underground | |
| Is what the dead like? | |
| When it' s dark they come around | |
| We sum off the wall, like givin' a fuck and all | |
| Out the shadows, like a serial killa | |
| With a double headed axe we dub the wig splitta | |
| Runnin' wild beneath the streets | |
| And while you bitches hate we laughin' at all y' all | |
| Is what the dead like? | |
| From the southwest back and to the muthafuckin' east | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Sixth feet deep beneath earth | |
| Diggin' the deep but that' s underground since birth | |
| Subterania hearse, coming out through the dark | |
| With the blood thirst and juggalo love comin' first | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| You gotta be dead to comprehened it | |
| We' ll still be standin' when your airplane' s ended | |
| Buried alive you eternally you can' t stand it | |
| The dead like always forever in a trenches | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Na.. na.. na.. na don' t follow me, don' t follow me | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| They like the psychopathic shit | |
| If they see the hatchetman then it' s underground legit | |
| Is what the dead like? | |
| And they takin' nothin' less | |
| Keep it underground for life is the dead' s only request | |
| They be worshippin' the reapa | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Someone at you and | |
| I feel that' s the keepa | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| You can ask what | |
| Richard Pryor | |
| I know that muthafuckas life is about to expire | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| It' s like a stream of bad luck | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Mad curupt, covered in blood, bitch whut? | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| We daze and confused | |
| Runnin' with the hatchet to death we can' t loose | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Fuck the spotlight | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Only come out at night ' cause we melt in the sunlight | |
| We stay in the graveyard with our dead ass juggalos | |
| Whut the dead like? | |
| Don' t know, ya don' t need know | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| J talking about life and death | |
| Na.. na.. na.. na don' t follow me, don' t follow me |