Idugmyowngraveonlyforyoutojumpin

Pull up on you motherfuckers
Bands in my pocket
Grab that pistol and i cock it
Drag a body bag
You make me fucking spit
Xannies in my cup
Pour it up
Mix it up
Bitch im slumped
Looking for a buck
Rob a corner store
Glock in my back pocket
Pillies make me vomit
Wanna fucking die if im honest
Backseat of the chevy
Mac 11 ready
Bang it trough my skull
High as fuck cause of my depression
Keep that razor blade tucked
Swipe it round your neck
Bleeding out counting cheques
Resurrected
Step out of my grave
And scream fuck the population

Drop a pill up in my cup
Diamonds flood, im in love
Get from round me wit that hate
I fill this dutch, up wit bud
Ima ghost! Ridin thru that city
Im slidin thru the fog and smoke
If he wanna hang 10 wit his gang
Ima get them ropes
You can hang bitch
Yon gon be a stain on the ground
These sunshades cant hide my pain
Bitch im whylin out
Turn his fuckin dome to sourkraut
Im chowin down
Embracin all this violence
Summon them demons up
Just to stomp em out



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Writer(s): Haukur Davidsson
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