29.1.09
Bury Me
.
.
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am
rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was
slowly changing
I would love
to beat the face,
Of any mother f*cker
that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip
pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me
I broke the mother f*ckin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding
I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherf*ckers in the biz
that try to f*ck me,
Hang from their T's
rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul
when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
F*ck you while you try
To f*ck me
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am
rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you
ain't f*ckin' changing me
Let me help you tie the rope
around your neck,
Let me help to talk you
the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold
the glock against your head
Let me help to chain
the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank f*ck!
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin' on
a mother f*ckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking
on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of
a channel bomb's away
(Dedicated to Hokz)
.
.
.
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am
rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was
slowly changing
I would love
to beat the face,
Of any mother f*cker
that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip
pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me
I broke the mother f*ckin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding
I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherf*ckers in the biz
that try to f*ck me,
Hang from their T's
rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul
when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
F*ck you while you try
To f*ck me
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am
rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you
ain't f*ckin' changing me
Let me help you tie the rope
around your neck,
Let me help to talk you
the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold
the glock against your head
Let me help to chain
the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank f*ck!
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin' on
a mother f*ckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking
on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of
a channel bomb's away
(Dedicated to Hokz)
.
.
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