[Intro]
"Apparently somebody or some people have been committing grave robbery and taking items of clothing and sometimes the body itself from the coffins. Investigators are puzzled as to who this could be committing these diabolical acts of robbery, but promise to bring a close to the case soon."
Well there's no moon out tonight
Bring me the shovel
Hand me the axe
Give me that pick
Dead bodies (Dark Lotus)
I hear somethin' movin' around
Dead walkin' everywhere (Dark Lotus)
But we set them free (Come alive!)
Dark Lotus (Come alive!)
Holy shit! Oh my God! Dark Lotus

[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
Quit actin' like it's that hard for ya'll to see the truth
That the Lotus came back to rob graves foolproof
We always claimin' that we runnin', but it's never away
Straight ahead cemetery jackin' up in your face
Stay far from the real if you can't deal
Got the whole world lookin' at us crazy for real
But the past is the past and the future is the future
But the present is the time for ya'll to find a buried ruler

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Mr. Newgleson, they buried him with a watch
And it's worth about three-hundred bucks, give me a shovel
I say fuck the dead I mean they fuckin' dead, fuck 'em
Wearing watches and gold nugget rings
And I ain't suppose to pluck 'em?
I don't just leave 'em there, I take the whole fuckin' body
And squeeze and play with they appendix like it's silly putty
I'm up for all kind of hours all off in your grave
And to this wicked shit I am a slave
But I like this
[Chorus: Violent J, Anybody Killa, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Monoxide]
The dead need freedom
A little air a little moonlight
This shit has been a long time
Into your coffin we come
I got my mind on your grave
And your grave on my mind
The dead need freedom
A little air a little moonlight
This shit has been a long time
Into your coffin we come
I got my mind on your grave
And your grave on my mind

[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]
My shovel will set you free
Your corpse should provide a good source
For the sacrifice before me
I'm the cool grave robbin', raidin' tombs lookin' for food
In places that you never even thought to
The dead and they don't put up any fight
Besides once you ain't got no life
The rest is useless
You say it's ruthless but they don't mind they're dead
And after their consumed they got my life
[Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope]
See I got me a job diggin' as a grave digger
Who would've figured my plans was much bigger
But nonetheless the graveyard shift by myself
Dumb-ass rookies don't know what you can do with a belt
Dig 'em up in a line and strap 'em up right
Throw the strings over limbs and make 'em dance in the moonlight
Yay yay, got my own party started (Skwo)
Damn, I'm busted, they got two others guys hired

[Chorus: Violent J, Anybody Killa, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Monoxide]
The dead need freedom
A little air a little moonlight
This shit has been a long time
Into your coffin we come
I got my mind on your grave
And your grave on my mind
The dead need freedom
A little air a little moonlight
This shit has been a long time
Into your coffin we come
I got my mind on your grave
And your grave on my mind

[Verse 5: Monoxide]
With the gray smoke coverin' me
I float down with the intentions
Of grabbin' another body from the ground
Is it a sickness nobody understands
I'm all alone except for all the dead bodies
I'm keeping up in my home
They always listen to me
Never interrupt or pass judgment
I can really be myself around 'em
And I love it, it's my own world
Hand picked from the tombs of past on's
Now give me your grave stone to dance on
[Verse 6: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
They comin' to evict me out the hole in the pine box, I rotted
Been waitin' here so long I thought I been forgotten
And forsaken in the Earth to remain with the rats and the locusts
Steady crawlin' through my veins, I'm in pain
But I can hear their shovels gettin' close
I'm shakin' like a bitch after eleven years alone
Bash my head into the box I can't take it anymore
I gotta free myself up out the grave, somethin' else in store

[Chorus: Violent J, Anybody Killa, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Monoxide]
The dead need freedom
A little air a little moonlight
This shit has been a long time
Into your coffin we come
I got my mind on your grave
And your grave on my mind
The dead need freedom
A little air a little moonlight
This shit has been a long time
Into your coffin we come
I got my mind on your grave
And your grave on my mind