Party at the morgue

Party at the morgue

Party over there!



[Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]

Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame

We bought the bottles, club bring in the reign

Don Don of Pino, bottle up first

Call Vegas casino, the top cat with the dark blue Cadillac

Up to Reno from there

Hit the Filipino, let her roll, get bold, reload

First name Gino, Valentino

Take her to the patio, park the spot, buck you're hot

You're nothin you're not, breezin the spot, you get the lot

Parking lot, parking hot

You hit the door, the door barkin a lot (yo)

With Johnny Donny in a Mazeratti

Slick Rick playin "La-Di-Da-Di"

Yeah..

I bowled 'em and bake 'em and shake 'em and make 'em and take 'em

and fake 'em we make 'em, bread yo mixed with Steak-Um

Dressed like sheep, asalaam alaikum



[Verse Two: Thee Undatakerz]

Yeahhh!  There's a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn style!

Hookers in fishnets, ladies do the wild

Rrrrah!  Who got the PCP?

Forty ounce Olde English, fresh D.M.C.

Dominate beat breaks, hopped on the queen

Eastside Long Beach niggaz look at me



[Verse Three: Thee Undatakerz]

New Jersey in the house, Philly cats on me

The {?} high rock, smokin blunts of green

Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs

Chicago pimps get paid when the record's on

Rough - see me do my thing

We're Detroit boss players with them pinky ringers

Rinky-dink cheap whores without chips ain't jack

See the roof is on fire and the party is packed

Shake and bake and take the time to make a rhyme

that penetrate straight through your mind

The whack, the flake, don't test the great, debate

The broke I break you fake, like Greek plates

Rrrah!



Party in the morgue [x4]



[Verse Four: M-Balmer]

Bum-bum-bum-bummm, mistress

Up in the morgue, jump in the hottub and get a backrub

Surrounded by some bad niggaz and a pound of bombudd

They like my love, that's all I'm thinkin of

Give it to me now, here we go, now here to plunder

We can flow with it now

And I take it dowwwwwwwwwwntown

I put 'em under somehow I make it thunder

I shake my back and then they wonder

Sippin on Cristal, slidin through the morgue

They hear me cumin... I'll be makin all the noise

Now follow me boys!

Who be the richest, the gist is

M-Balmer the {?} mistress

Y'all know y'all wanna hit this!



Party in the morgue [x12: with ad libs]



[Outro]

Yeah yeah y'all, put your hands up

I wanna see everybody, put one finger in the air

If you got more than two dollars in yo' pocket

Let me see ya say hoooooooo, hooooooooo

Yeah y'all, you partyin right now in the morgue

With Thee Undertakerz, and we about to take you under

So if you think you fly, and you think you the best

We better than you, we hot knahmsayin?

It's a platinum album and this how we doin it

We doin this for the year 2005, up in here

We outta here, like that y'all, c'mon!