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Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
I would love to beat the face,
Of any mother fker that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fkin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
s**t rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherfkers in the biz that try to fk me,
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
p*ssing in my face
fk you
While you try
To fk me
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain't fkin' changing me
dig
dig
dig
dig, kill, now motherfker
dig, kill, now motherfker
dig, kill, now motherfker
dig,
kill.
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank fk
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin' on a mother fkin' tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bomb's away