| No Dig buryme underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me undermeath Everything that I was slowly changin I would love to beat the face of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold I'm drowning in your wake Shit rubbed in my face Teething on concrete Gums bleeding I struggle in violated space Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me Hang from their T's rated PG insight I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy I'm livid in my space Pissing in my space Fuck you while you try to fuck me You ain't fuckin' changing me Dig, Dig, Dig, Dig, come on mother fucker Dig, here we go Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help you walk the wrong way off the ledge Let me help you hold the gun against your head Let me help to chain the weights onto our legs Get on the plank fuck Dig bury me underneath Everthing that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changin Wish you were commiting Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe Dead man dangling from a tight rope Limbless in the middle of a channel, bob away |
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