GRAVEDIGGER
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I'm with the-, I'm with the-, I'm with the gang
I'm with the-, I'm with the-, I'm with the gang, blegh
Leaving 'em gully, he breakdown
We turn 'em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin' it, open up, see 'em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch, I'm the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo' face
Face it, I come out the cold
Haunted from head to the toe
Forty been talkin' to ghosts
Pull up his wheareabouts
Hollows gon' make 'em erode now
Skully got hunnids of holes
They ain't notice nothin', we makin' no sound
Cemetary, forty talk with the crows
Hop out the coffin, I came from the slaughter
Got pain, I'ma shatter yo' soul
Don't get too close
Aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat
Break in the castle, I'm takin' your throne
I keep a Glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed
Hop out my coffin, I resurrect slowly
Look in my eyes, see the black in my soul
Bottomless severance, never been lonely
Fuck wit' nobody, I pull up alone
I'm his home with the Glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving 'em cottonmouth
I'm on the block and I'm poppin' out, catch 'em in traffic, we not gonna talk it out
Muhfucka wanna talk heavy, hit 'em with the heater, now he soft as ice
Bloodsucka, I been coffin ready, like the undead, I ain't scared to die
Gun to your head
Glock with a beam, I don't bust at your legs
Forty a demon, I talk with the dead
Skeleton boy, send my opps to me next
Bitch, I'm a threat
Forty the best
Shot if he gully, get popped like some meds
Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess
Piss on your grave I'm gon', eugh
Knocking 'em out like Suboxone
I'm with the dogs, see his pack, I'm gon' air out
Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
I pull up on 'em, put 'em in they collar
See the the opps rollin', I got heaters on me, I'm gon' end it slowly if he wanna talk
.50 on me, I'm gon' pop it off, and I got targets dropping, I could send a shot
Forty catchin' bodies, keep the Glock on my hip
Muhfucka talking stupid, he got popped in his shit
Your wig split, crack and bodies, I leave blood in they spit
I keep that razor wire tucked, I wrap the bat, make 'em flip flop
Your clique soft, pussy y'all ain't shit get your bitch shot
Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch
And I don't fuck wit' witnesses, they stories all criss-crossed
I grip Glocks, pull up, spin the block like a pit stop
I'm with the-, I'm with the-, I'm with the gang, blegh
Leaving 'em gully, he breakdown
We turn 'em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin' it, open up, see 'em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch, I'm the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo' face