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
on da 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
rolling down behind the mountains On the graveyards and dead sea-captains Let me walk through the stinking alleys To the music of drunken beatings Past
'm carving pumpkins, It's almost Halloween. All my friends are wondering what they're gonna be. The Monster Mash is playing. You're moving to the beat
Squad go to war like General Custard I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin' it hard And havin' bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards First of all
good (uh-huh) Remember me? Heheh, I'm that guy Hairy Jungle Brother, hehahahehah Now I'm squattin, squattin on my treetop watchin, as the Baby Bam beat
under the covers with my eyes closed Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip Cause momma already need stitches in her top lip Cause daddy got mad and beat
flavs, God. Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard. I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got. Or get beat
the fire Blow out clouds of stress Now's the test who's the first to talk crazy? You cough, maybe the weed is still in your lungs You beat ya chest '
's a Catholic I nail him to a crucifix Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks Beat
personalities check the posture Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils You think of death but the life seem scary I'm past the graveyard seein'
Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say You go the one for the cash, two for the safe (This is ring tone
So there i was watching Sanford & Son workin the graveyard shift at a party before rollin a splif in behind the glass i see crackheads all night but tonight
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
the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Suck, I'm a nuts be Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard
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
Z Droppin' (Da bomb) Aiyo, I really hate snakes I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat
