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letra de dead man running, overkilling - slade

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[hook x2: slade]

(knock knock)
catch me walking out of a black box
(knock knock)
you can call me the death mascot
(knock knock)
now who’s the next man coming?
i’m the dead man running (running, running)

[verse 1: slade]

call me the black peter pan, taking you to neverland
and you can see how n-gg-s breathe without lungs
and you can see how n-gg-s bleed without blood shed
the sun red and the clouds too
the sky blue and the moon the green
when the night falls, i’m goblin
a bruce lee being
you can’t call me j-pan zombie

‘undead’ is what these folks call it
compared to what these folks wanted
and they wanted a dead man –
buried and flesh, rotten –
a stench problem
now you’re having a fence problem –
defense problems

just when you put the camera on and i’m gone?
then i’m in

the lights used to flicker now they’re totally off
gropingly soft tried creeping with baseball bat
but my face is all black
now your lungs need oxygen –
i’ll probably just:
study your moves, putty your shoes
now your tip-toe’s difficult

you can’t see me at all
your black wall made me blend in and blend on
the phone’s on and it’s ringing
’cause it’s giving my coffin a d-mn back-call

i made your skull get slacked jaw
i made you numb
succ-mb to the pain i inflicted with m-ssive hacksaws

i made a soul home run
and i sold yours done
you can join me on the next door
knock knock, n-gg-

[hook x2: slade]

(knock knock)
catch me walking out of a black box
(knock knock)
you can call me the death mascot
(knock knock)
now who’s the next man coming?
i’m the dead man running (running, running)

[verse 2: term]

they tryna k!ll what’s already dead –
it’s similar to drowning a shark
they’re still spooked by the sounds in the dark
sounds are closing in – a jog through the graveyard after midnight
relations with h-ll – to hit ’em up, i dial at 6 thrice

the corpse resides in the casket
the soul lurking the earth – no attachment
with salt, it should be burned to ashes with matches
until then, my soul is bulletproof to fatal shots –
walking through walls – from me, there ain’t no safer spot

flatline you in the shower
or just drown you in the bathtub
get your neck cut:
the cops arrive, the scene is messed up

lawnmower blade spins while you unplugged it to fix it
hearing noises coming from the other room like: ‘who is it?’
i’m the poltergeist
it’s not a dream, you can close your eyes
i’ll make you look crazy – even got you afraid to socialize

confess your sins
i toy with your mind – it’s all deception
behind you in the mirror’s reflection
you turn around:
i ain’t there i reside in your head
got your fears in a choke-hold, i make you wish you was dead –
instead, this is torture

i turn up the heat, i won’t dumb it down
you never saw this coming: i trip your luck while its running out
keep a crucifix witchu and pray to the lord
i play with your thoughts
ain’t n-body gon’ save you at all

a dead man doing ’bout 120 miles an hour:
from purgatory in possession of powers
knock knock, ninja

[hook x2: slade]

(knock knock)
catch me walking out of a black box
(knock knock)
you can call me the death mascot
(knock knock)
now who’s the next man coming?
i’m the dead man running (running, running)

[verse 3: e.t]

i am fear personified
what you find in the dark of the mind
where the sun don’t shine
where the clouds are grey

n-gg-s don’t pray, they fall prey
to the dark in the light
at the end of the tunnel is the blight

we recite –
the code of the dead: where there is life is death
no breath, only screams

black light
we beam in the night
no light
we recite: ‘no light’
we recite (we recite)

only screams in the night
and the cries of a child in the dark born of light
but engulfed by the absence of life
born to fight, what is right

it’s obscene
what is seen
on the scene
that a black star beam in the night

we recite: ‘no light’
only death, no life

inhale – that’s the breath
no life

it’s a marathon. who run it?

no life king, as the fat lady sing
the beginning of the end
at the end
the beginning of the end
and forever that’s the end
will it end?

in the end, you find life
in the end, death knows life
life knows death
less knows breath

everybody takes a step – towards the dark
everybody takes a breath – towards the light
it’s funny how you’re breathing life – towards your death

life is a marathon – we’re all zombies

[verse 4: slade]

this is the underworld: hadean spirits with dark sarcophagi
lyrically dangerous: dust to dusty, n-gg-s – a coffin, guy
a coffin (coughing) man: a lack of oxygen
oxymoronic breathing diaphragm –
spastic in the presence of a dying man

knock
(who’s there?)
zombie man is back to carry
and bury-incinerate you to turn you to black ashes
knock knock

now who’s the next man coming
been the dead man running
kick the d-mn door down, stupid

{overk!lling intro – slade]

hold up, hold up
overk!ll, overk!ll, overk!ll!
i’m about to do this ‘overk!ll’ n-gg-
overk!ll:

[verse 5 – overk!lling: slade]

this dumb n-gg- told me ’round’
’cause the front door locked
came with jaws drop – victim from the last door’s house
i’mma flash his face as soon as he open the back door

a black silhouette in the distance – i’m teleporting now
in case this n-gg- got a pretty wife
and in this case i’ll get a pretty knife –
cut her so swiftly to leave a pretty sight

couple scars on my face –
nothing major to start crying ‘-ssault’ for the case
’cause i’m solving this case

grabbed a mop and a bucket and i called jaws drop
yes i heard, man. this n-gg- got kentucky floors mopped
so i’m shocked when he told me he ‘can’t work for me’
that he ‘can’t k!ll for me’
and wants his ‘soul back’

on the road back
i gave him his soul and a large stack
he turned back
right into a warm gun barrel and i took his soul back

just like that, i roll dolo

a valleyman with a masterplan – what a beautiful hand
this time i put him in sand:

can’t inhale grains
can’t exhale pain

an insane partnership gone at the hand of a slaughtermouth
a morbid form that you can order to take a sorta n-gg- out
i’m on that n-gg-‘s couch –
changing the television channel, what shall i order out?

or maybe call the next house to hear if somebody’s home
and then it’s time for me to get in the zone
and knock knock

- slade

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