Graveyard, a place to sleep safely, but after all lately, there you found out, i see tombstones everywhere, walking dead on the bus, how ... funeral
trust us we're shady in lieu of the crew your into we are baby cuz music will be coming out the words we speak we erect break beats shatter wax still
't feel any pain, I'm rusted from the rain Go on...crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain Go on...strip me of my powers, beat me with your chains
feel any pain, I'm rusted from the rain [Chorus:] Go on...crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain Come on...Strip me of my powers, beat me with
everybody mad at me I skipped class and I shitted on the faculty Young money greedy, cash money greedy Get it I'm gon eat it, never beat the hand that
don't know how much longer I can wait I'm your man; I'm trying to recover the sweet love that we knew You understand that my heart can't go on beating
grind Gotta get mine doing my crime, Wid two in here, Steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9, Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift
thee, lord, lord The hammer's gonna be the death of thee" John Henry said to his captain, "A man ain't nothing' but a man Before I let this steam drill beat
s solitaire you crown is rip cause rapper you sound counterfeit. You get a round of clips - if you play hard You stay scarred thinkin of graveyard you
ah) Them guardians they shouldn't let you get past the gate Watch out dawg, the watchdog's showin his teeth (Guess you bit too much shit) they bitin your beat
when you joined the great fallen in 1916 well i hope you died quick and i hope you died clean oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene [Chorus] did they beat
hand in a graveyard mine, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat
I come beatin down the block and i crack the bedrock dishes drop, the shit comes to a (dead stop) motherfuckers think godzilla's comin (the lights go
So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the glass I see crackheads all night
-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves Sellin
Uh I played tag in the auto graveyard I looked up at the radio tower Rag tent by the railroad tracks Concrete poured over steel bridge Pondered my fate
