come and get some And he ain't mean shit to me, comin' from the PJP The Project Born assassin' but you best be watchin' me 'Cuz I'm diggin' graves, graves
awake Mama think I'm a play on play serial killa Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla We survive like catapillas in cocoons and caskets Stretch the
a bang! Wake that dead ass sleep! When I die it's time to celebrate All love escape the hella hate, first thing ima do is start rockin, in the casket
Know, I got my chance I came to enhance, represent an' get open as a bank Pass it, a deep theourassic Gravediggaz are massive, puttin' niggaz in caskets
20 years old, tried to control me Had an attitude like a lexus cobe Yo I'm not tony baby I'm no slave Jumped on the gas, took her back to the grave (
or polygrip I stick to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome split I want you to trip And I'll be sittin right there wit the casket (you know!)
some people come and some people go But how you leave this world young playa don't nobody know I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor I'm
buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas Yeah, yeah (All I want for Christmas is a custom fit casket
love you, none can tell In your heart you love another Little darling, pal of mine Just three things that I wish for It?s my casket, shroud and grave
till I'm dead Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they
I had your heart forever But I find it's only lent There is just three things I wish for That's my casket, shroud and grave When I'm dead, don't
come soon I'll follow your casket By the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave Till
mamas attic and that ain't sayin nothin something about the jump off well sh*** about to change ill be reppin LI till I'm layin in my grave you can catch
There seems to be a problem The people won't behave They seem to fear our power less Than what's beyond the grave The clergy won't preach All the
one of you guys gave my daughter the dope? Come on, one of you fuckin' coke addicts own up and tell me Tell me how to cope You cope with a closed casket
Exhume the rotted casket Robbing graves but not for wealth Cloaked in moldy rags, hunting dead Decrepit things from hell Invade the sacred tombs, search
The numbers culled eliminates competition Pulling others in as the caskets lower down CHORUS Caustic chemicals open early graves Caustic chemicals open early graves
inhumanity The warped exaggeration of the lost and darkest of dreams Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire Here now in mankind's bleakest hour Born of a casket