Kool Keith Morgue (kool Keith Mix)
			
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 {*repeat 4X*} 
[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 {*repeat 12X*} (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!