Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
SCHWEM, Straight Cemetery Creepin & Im Chiefin on whatever
All I could scrounge up that Evening, I Even scrape when I got the Feeling
I need to be higher up than the Ceiling, I be on some opposite of Peaking
By my babys plot, Kneeling, Thinkin about diggin deep & Stealing
Better Not! But im off a dat pot, Healing, Plottin my next trip to top!
Prolly gon string up, bring up, another c-cup, Fox to Bite, IM
Sockin a bitch & hittin that Box Twice, While she alive...
Smoke Break, Stay High!
Schwem would not Advise to: Trip on a Chick & im Talkin to any Guy!
That is not the type of, Drama you want to invite in your Lfie
Just hit the Nani at Night to Avoid the Strife but I
Love a Chica with Naughty not Nice Vices that Likes to put up a Fight
Bitch Bad if she Bite But not the Pipe, She'll get Knife Slices, Slits for Eyelids
I-is Cutting the throat of a Dyke Chick! Im a little bit into the Domestic Violence
Always felt comfortable in a Crisis, Home Life of Mine has led to a Bunch of Biases!
Im Terrifying to White People, Like ISIS, Ya neva know, when im about to blow
Or come at your Throat, The Dice... Get... THROWN!...
Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
Aye, I heard that they been lookin for me
Well they know where look if these muthaf*ckas really know me
But most of these so called homies, are really big phat phonies
Nobody to me, You aint shit and you aint fina be, Watch it
Whats your set, whats your infantry?
I wouldnt be surprised if these muthaf*ckas said Little League!
Kill a B, like I Fill a Beat, With Milla Speed
6 G's, 6 Feet, 6 Deep, they wasn't feelin me!
Now they taking a trip, to the flaming sea, HELL
Literally TELL, me the Z-I-P in T-Town: 6VI6 Zip Shit!
Any of my enemies want it they fina get beat down
But i wont pull no heat, now, they meet to beef, so im here to eat
And get the meat, ground, the real MVP in the street, tempted to tear a hole!
Why you dippin? I hear the feet, sound, you say you're different
But you aint a varible, you comparable, f*ckin terrible, skin wearable
And they dont wanna be looking down the barrel
Hopin to be hoppin up outta the underground like a Hare-Hole
But that Jack-Rabbit is Feral and im Known Not, to care a Whole Lotta Bout
Common Doubts, Or Dollar Amounts...
Im Shoutin Out Loud, Violent Growls, All About, Choppin Bowels
With this Cotton Mouth, Almost Rotted Out, MuthaF*cka!
And that's Real Cotton Mouth...
Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
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Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
SCHWEM, Straight Cemetery Creepin & Im Chiefin on whatever
All I could scrounge up that Evening, I Even scrape when I got the Feeling
I need to be higher up than the Ceiling, I be on some opposite of Peaking
By my babys plot, Kneeling, Thinkin about diggin deep & Stealing
Better Not! But im off a dat pot, Healing, Plottin my next trip to top!
Prolly gon string up, bring up, another c-cup, Fox to Bite, IM
Sockin a bitch & hittin that Box Twice, While she alive...
Smoke Break, Stay High!
Schwem would not Advise to: Trip on a Chick & im Talkin to any Guy!
That is not the type of, Drama you want to invite in your Lfie
Just hit the Nani at Night to Avoid the Strife but I
Love a Chica with Naughty not Nice Vices that Likes to put up a Fight
Bitch Bad if she Bite But not the Pipe, She'll get Knife Slices, Slits for Eyelids
I-is Cutting the throat of a Dyke Chick! Im a little bit into the Domestic Violence
Always felt comfortable in a Crisis, Home Life of Mine has led to a Bunch of Biases!
Im Terrifying to White People, Like ISIS, Ya neva know, when im about to blow
Or come at your Throat, The Dice... Get... THROWN!...
Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
Aye, I heard that they been lookin for me
Well they know where look if these muthaf*ckas really know me
But most of these so called homies, are really big phat phonies
Nobody to me, You aint shit and you aint fina be, Watch it
Whats your set, whats your infantry?
I wouldnt be surprised if these muthaf*ckas said Little League!
Kill a B, like I Fill a Beat, With Milla Speed
6 G's, 6 Feet, 6 Deep, they wasn't feelin me!
Now they taking a trip, to the flaming sea, HELL
Literally TELL, me the Z-I-P in T-Town: 6VI6 Zip Shit!
Any of my enemies want it they fina get beat down
But i wont pull no heat, now, they meet to beef, so im here to eat
And get the meat, ground, the real MVP in the street, tempted to tear a hole!
Why you dippin? I hear the feet, sound, you say you're different
But you aint a varible, you comparable, f*ckin terrible, skin wearable
And they dont wanna be looking down the barrel
Hopin to be hoppin up outta the underground like a Hare-Hole
But that Jack-Rabbit is Feral and im Known Not, to care a Whole Lotta Bout
Common Doubts, Or Dollar Amounts...
Im Shoutin Out Loud, Violent Growls, All About, Choppin Bowels
With this Cotton Mouth, Almost Rotted Out, MuthaF*cka!
And that's Real Cotton Mouth...
Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
SCHWEM, Straight Cemetery Creepin & Im Chiefin on whatever
All I could scrounge up that Evening, I Even scrape when I got the Feeling
I need to be higher up than the Ceiling, I be on some opposite of Peaking
By my babys plot, Kneeling, Thinkin about diggin deep & Stealing
Better Not! But im off a dat pot, Healing, Plottin my next trip to top!
Prolly gon string up, bring up, another c-cup, Fox to Bite, IM
Sockin a bitch & hittin that Box Twice, While she alive...
Smoke Break, Stay High!
Schwem would not Advise to: Trip on a Chick & im Talkin to any Guy!
That is not the type of, Drama you want to invite in your Lfie
Just hit the Nani at Night to Avoid the Strife but I
Love a Chica with Naughty not Nice Vices that Likes to put up a Fight
Bitch Bad if she Bite But not the Pipe, She'll get Knife Slices, Slits for Eyelids
I-is Cutting the throat of a Dyke Chick! Im a little bit into the Domestic Violence
Always felt comfortable in a Crisis, Home Life of Mine has led to a Bunch of Biases!
Im Terrifying to White People, Like ISIS, Ya neva know, when im about to blow
Or come at your Throat, The Dice... Get... THROWN!...
Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
Aye, I heard that they been lookin for me
Well they know where look if these muthaf*ckas really know me
But most of these so called homies, are really big phat phonies
Nobody to me, You aint shit and you aint fina be, Watch it
Whats your set, whats your infantry?
I wouldnt be surprised if these muthaf*ckas said Little League!
Kill a B, like I Fill a Beat, With Milla Speed
6 G's, 6 Feet, 6 Deep, they wasn't feelin me!
Now they taking a trip, to the flaming sea, HELL
Literally TELL, me the Z-I-P in T-Town: 6VI6 Zip Shit!
Any of my enemies want it they fina get beat down
But i wont pull no heat, now, they meet to beef, so im here to eat
And get the meat, ground, the real MVP in the street, tempted to tear a hole!
Why you dippin? I hear the feet, sound, you say you're different
But you aint a varible, you comparable, f*ckin terrible, skin wearable
And they dont wanna be looking down the barrel
Hopin to be hoppin up outta the underground like a Hare-Hole
But that Jack-Rabbit is Feral and im Known Not, to care a Whole Lotta Bout
Common Doubts, Or Dollar Amounts...
Im Shoutin Out Loud, Violent Growls, All About, Choppin Bowels
With this Cotton Mouth, Almost Rotted Out, MuthaF*cka!
And that's Real Cotton Mouth...
Aye, Aye, Aye-Aye, Bet you can find me in the GraveYard...
Sittin with my Baby
People Say that I go through my life a little Crazy
Because they can find me up in the GraveYard...
Singin to my Lady
They dont know what im about, see
They dont think I been coming to stick a human steak up in my mouth & eat
Daily! I dont be givin a muthaf*ck if I seem Shady, Lately, When I Crave the Meat
No predicting who looking particularly finger lickin tastey
Homie You wont make thee... (GRAVEYARD!)
Writer: Mason Schwemmer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid