Go Dig My Grave
Aaaaah
Wouldst thou like to see the world?
Hauntaholics
Yaaaahh, uuuhhh
Yaaaahh, aaahhh
Haunted Mound
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
I'm still weeping, I cannot pray
Yaaaaah, I got bloody angel wings
World's burning down so, baby, I'mma get fade
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
Big murder tools for anyone who try me
Yaaaaah, let that blood spray
Ya hate me so much, go and dig my grave
I smoke longhorn 'cause I'm a cowboy
Watch got my wrist bleeding like a crucifixion
Tell Turnabout slow ass pour up the lean, boy
Hackle got the titty drum, I'm coming with that cleaver
Bitch, I'ma people hater
Try the Haunted Mound, motherfucker, we soul takers
I'm riding with that heater
Cadillac DeVille, run your bitch ass over
In the forest like Babayaga
But it's California, bury you like Appalachia
Oxy in my Coca-Cola
Creeping at the Arco, pissing on your gravestone
Lord have mercy on my wicked soul
Nine on me, knives on me, B.B. belt got silver skull
Blood sparkle off the glare of my fucking chrome
Put it on my headstone, bitch, I said fuck the world
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
I'm still weeping, I cannot pray
Yaaaaah, I got bloody angel wings
World's burning down so, baby, I'mma get fade
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
Big murder tools for anyone who try me
Yaaaaah, let that blood spray
Ya hate me so much, go and dig my grave
Wouldst thou like to see the world?
Hauntaholics
Yaaaahh, uuuhhh
Yaaaahh, aaahhh
Haunted Mound
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
I'm still weeping, I cannot pray
Yaaaaah, I got bloody angel wings
World's burning down so, baby, I'mma get fade
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
Big murder tools for anyone who try me
Yaaaaah, let that blood spray
Ya hate me so much, go and dig my grave
I smoke longhorn 'cause I'm a cowboy
Watch got my wrist bleeding like a crucifixion
Tell Turnabout slow ass pour up the lean, boy
Hackle got the titty drum, I'm coming with that cleaver
Bitch, I'ma people hater
Try the Haunted Mound, motherfucker, we soul takers
I'm riding with that heater
Cadillac DeVille, run your bitch ass over
In the forest like Babayaga
But it's California, bury you like Appalachia
Oxy in my Coca-Cola
Creeping at the Arco, pissing on your gravestone
Lord have mercy on my wicked soul
Nine on me, knives on me, B.B. belt got silver skull
Blood sparkle off the glare of my fucking chrome
Put it on my headstone, bitch, I said fuck the world
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
I'm still weeping, I cannot pray
Yaaaaah, I got bloody angel wings
World's burning down so, baby, I'mma get fade
Thou start digging thy shallow grave
Big murder tools for anyone who try me
Yaaaaah, let that blood spray
Ya hate me so much, go and dig my grave
Credits
Writer(s): Grimoire Hm, Sematary Grave Man
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