Pale Star

Give me your shit I'm born insane
Born insane
Dig 'em up, dig 'em up, dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Yuh, aye

Breathing flames
From ashes I rise
Lord of the Dirt make the maggots aroused
Blacken the city I'll blacken the skies
Yo girl look pretty too bad she gon' dial
Triple six
Mystic clip
To my head I drink the drip
Fuck a pig
Swerve a bitch
Bust on the curb that's just a tip
Fuck all this smile shit
I wanna cause damage
I want it to burn
Make the rage fucking plague in
Turn the whole street to motherfucking gun range
Vultures picking on the bones
Live from the gutter
Bitch the mold be the butter
And my lungs turning black
Smoke ink go insane
Dirty nasty propaganda
M- M- Metal in my blood
Handle numbers still got workers
Serving For the Phoenix rider

In my tabernacle bitch I'm sleeping draped in gold (That's true!)
Started a couple riots
Now I hold them by their throat (Hold them by their throat!)
Turn the whole globe into a black hole
Kid I still got that rope around my throat
Faking they watching u know how that shit go
Don't get the message well too bad

Dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Give me your shit I'm born insane
Born insane
Dig 'em up, dig 'em up, dig 'em up, dig 'em up
Dig 'em up, dig 'em up



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastien Del Prete
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