BONES - Graveyard Music lyrics
[BONES - Graveyard Music lyrics]
Stifler got six stitches
('Cause you fucking beat me)
Touch me I fight
Look, it's time move something I
Onto my next victim when I see her symptoms
Cannibalism in form of some rat music
Take away your track then abuse it, amusement
Hit's my face then down to my palms
I picked up the pen then I started a war
I wrote out a couple letters
To throw out to fellas
Tell 'em if they ain't
Thinking 'bout running, they better
I sank my teeth in the neck of the game
Assassinating any prey that thinking
They big game i Son of Sam things when I
Stow them in the attic
Ain't nobody else can have it
Simplistically gifted
They was close but they missed it
I change a four to a dollar sign, no shifting
Oven on my spitter turn dough into a biscuit
Now I'm here to fuck up beats
That rewind and skip the dipshit
(I'm here about the boxes, is Charles here?)
We're recording fucking right I'm a misfit
Times in the hoodie you can
Stay on your rich shit i never wished it
I just get lifted and listen
Aww, yeah, no