Gucciano Flavarotti - Gravedigger lyrics

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Gucciano Flavarotti - Gravedigger lyrics

[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 pa**ion 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 crapper 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**h, 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** 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** 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 a**hole (You are) Confess my sins, smoking chronic in the chapel I don't believe in sh**, or sh** 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** 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** 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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