Biggie, Violent J, Shaggy 2 Doe, Mad Dog, Madoxa, tell me what's a dead like? What's a dead like? We be killin' up the mainstream We make it hard to earn a dollar in this pipe dream What's a dead like? It's very complicated I give a *** about nothin' bitch and I know you hate it What's a dead like? We the people of the moonlight Sittin' in the graveyard all night What's it dead like? We don't let you bitches crawl off We chop your head and watch it fall off What's a dead like? They sittin' waitin' for Armageddon So they can put a slit in your neck Just like a net What's a dead like? They be runnin' with a hatchet And niggle your soul They let you jump and try to catch What's a dead like? They like a boom boom boom They like ha ha ha ha ha Riding the broom What's a dead like? Well, they just like me Not givin' a *** the world that they can't free If you look at the earth, the earth is one plain surface What's above life and below life is death That's where we are, there's so many levels of death Above and below where you're at in life It's countless, it goes on for eternity There's millions of levels of static with death And we're ready for you to join us What's a dead like? They like livin' underground It's what the dead like, when it's dark they come around Out the shadows, like a serial killer With a double-headed axe, we dump the wind splitter We some off the wall, not givin' a *** at all And while you bitches hatin', we laughin' at all of y'all That's what the dead like, runnin' wild beneath the street From the southwest back to the mother***in' east What's a dead like? Six feet deep beneath earth Diggin' the deep, but death's underground Since birth, subterranean hearse All I know is through the dark, we're the bloodthirst We're talkin' on love, comin' first What's a dead like? You gotta be dead to comprehend it But still be standin' when the airplanes end it Buried alive eternally, you can't stand it The dead like always, forever in the trenches See, the dead are always watchin' through the eyes of the world Through the eyes of the vultures, through the eyes of the birds Because that way they can soar and they can watch what you're doin' Basically, they're just watchin' for entertainment purposes Because it's funny that you fear death You fear it, and once you have tasted it, you can't have it enough And they're just waiting for you to join them What's a dead like? They like the psychopathic *** And if they see the hatchet man in his underground legit That's what the dead like, and they ain't takin' nothin' less Keepin' underground for life is a dead's only request What's a dead like? They be worshipin' the reaper Someone that you and I fear, that's the keeper What's a dead like? You can ask Richard Boyer I know that mother***er's life about to expire What's a dead like? It's like a string of bad luck Mind corrupt, covered in blood like bitch blood What's a dead like? We dazed and confused Runnin' with a hatchet to death, we came What's a dead like? A dead like, *** the spotlight Only come out at night, cause we melt in the sunlight What's a dead like? Don't know, you don't need to know We stay in the underground with our dead ass juggalos It's funny when you think about religion and science And all that sickly thinkin' put that finger on what it is But really they don't know the slightest thing of what death is I mean when you lay down asleep And your body goes into a state of unconsciousness That's like the closest to death you could ever witness in life But even that doesn't take you anywhere near what death really is I mean when you wake up from a dream You're talkin' about how great it was and what you experienced And that's all nothing, that's all I knew compared to what death actually is What your thoughts are and what reality is It's two completely different things to actually experience death It's beyond anybody's wildest imagination Beyond any writer's philosophies or anything like that To have experienced death myself I'll say that I'd rather run with the dead I'd rather run with the masses I'd rather become what is forgotten here in this life