Žodžiai dainai: King Gordy. Xerxes The God-King. Sing For The Dead.

Rise children
Rise children!
RISE!

You got lions and tigers that hiding inside of this jungle, they are asleep.
I think that it's time that we find and invite these animals to a feast.
They tummies are hungry, they hold me, they know me, but what do I have to eat?
Well it's something so sick and the wickedest, bet you this shit'll give you the creeps.
The horrorcore king, you don't believe.
Knock on your door, kill everything.
Wife on the floor, bitch don't you scream.
You know you want more, give me your spleen.
Now watch me eat it, shit it, and pee it, eat it again.
You seen it, even thinking bout puking, dryheaving.
He can't believe it, he bout to see it again.

Sing for the dead
Sing for the dead!
Now wake em up
Raise em up!
Sing for the dead
Sing for the dead!
Now wake em up
Raise em up!

Now whether your smoking, or whether your drinking.
Arms are broken, severed and bleeding.
You stay martian, at all costs and if you shall fall in They stuck with ya'll winning.
You don't ever see another night and day, just know you'll die rocking
thats the only way, for a juggalo to know.
Raise your horns up, even if your dead, face ripped and torn up.
Jump out your brains and catch the horrorshow.
King Gordy's on he's testing to grow.
With Strange and Psychopathic rolled into one.
Keep telling Potluck to roll another one.
One Ton, Suburban Noize heard ya boy.
They love me.
The rockstar life is lovely.
To all my kids that keep their hair braided, drug related and they faces painted.
Yo!

Sing for the dead
Sing for the dead!
Now wake em up
Raise em up!
Sing for the dead
Sing for the dead!
Now wake em up
Raise em up!

Your filled up with hate, no one can relate, you live in eternal hell.
Can't wait til you waste, your family's fate, they grin only for themselves.
Your funeral's boring, now they are snoring, only time will tell.
When my soul will leave, so I can see King Gordy rocking well.
I'll cheer and I'll scream, jump off the stage.
Sing all the songs, I'm in a daze.
Hitting the bong, blunts to blaze.
Watch him go hard, look at his face.
He entertains, he is Cobain.
He is insane, he is in space.
Out of this galaxy Gordy straight laughing and actually man he's a natural catastrophe.

Sing for the dead
Sing for the dead!
Now wake em up
Raise em up!