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gucciano flavarotti - gravedigger lyrics

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[verse 1]
when i was a youngster, smoke until my lungs hurt
run from the lights, toss the piece in the dumpster
rolling up the bark through the dark to the slumbers
swimming with the sharks for the art, money comforts
don’t get me wrong, i’m still rappin’ with a p-ssion
she toked about her lyrics, spilled a drink on the satin
i drop the tape by water and i didn’t get no reaction
my own biggest fan, everybody else a f-ggot
i rap better than most rappers
so i thought if i dressed dapper, they might acknowledge me thereafter
but i’m still sitting on the cr-pper
creeping and cursing these lame bloggers like “get slaughtered”
i find your daughter and threaten to kidnap her, snap her and trap her
and send you tweets that i’m your new favorite rapper
still jabbin’ ’bout jackin’ off (oh, yeah! ugh!)
b-tch, i put my square in your applesauce

[hook]
i don’t even know who to trust
smoke in my blunt till it’s black in my lungs
middle finger up ‘cause i don’t give a f-ck
how far will you to get a hand on a buck?
i don’t even know who to trust
smoke in my blunt till it’s black in my lungs
middle finger up ‘cause i don’t give a f-ck
how far will you to get a hand on a buck?

[post-hook]
the world is yours
hear the screams echo in the source
the world is yours
hear the screams echo in the source

[verse 2]
maybe i’m just being a salty -ssh0l- (you are)
confess my sins, smoking chronic in the chapel
i don’t believe in sh-t, or sh-t don’t believe in me
when you’re this conceited, man, it’s hard to see
feel like casey jones battling the punkers
flexing with the foot clamp, fire up the junker
head scar, frankenstein flow, mr. monster
ahead of my time like mcfly racing a rolex
first place and these hoes go any
the way i be flowin’ like rippers, deliver the slivers to your palms
lyrical bombs, make you run to your moms
when the snakes slither, got another job for the grave digger

[hook]
i don’t even know who to trust
smoke in my blunt till it’s black in my lungs
middle finger up ‘cause i don’t give a f-ck
how far will you to get a hand on a buck?
i don’t even know who to trust
smoke in my blunt till it’s black in my lungs
middle finger up ‘cause i don’t give a f-ck
how far will you to get a hand on a buck?

[post-hook]
the world is yours
hear the screams echo in the source
the world is yours
hear the screams echo in the source
the world is yours
hear the screams echo in the source



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