Six Feet Plunder

Can you smell it Patterson
Well I don't think we can dig this mass grave any deeper
Smells like money
Breathe it in
Bring out the dead
There's plots for the picking and mouths to be fed
Hands stained with red
Grave robbing to ditch the bodies in the back of the shed
Making that cream off of gangrene
Digging up the old stiffs to let the fresh ones drop
And selling back the used tombs a few thousand a pop
At Burr Oaks you know there's controversy
In the mortuary when they house more con men than corpses
From dawn to dusk then dust to dumpster
There's always room for your loved ones here



Credits
Writer(s): Cryptic Splatter
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