[Intro: samples]
The year 84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
Of blood sweat and tears
[Hook]
I saw the torture brutal murder of my father
So my brain became stained with the horror
Repeat 2X
[Christine Aspell]
Shovel to shovel, to died or check is died
Beats on to the moon along to the right
The knife right, creepin', like a for the time it is, yo
Because I am to the benoo
It's the living off on shady like up
Than creepy, bones to the have with the treepy
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, bang your head, to living take
Bang your fucking save, no ill all have
Christine' ya ripped it off lived like a grave
Them ya town' to died anymore devils
Like take a up stinkers to the pool nop' rebels
[Karim Kaloga]
Shovel to shovel, died to dieds
Ride is, revenge to bitch ass rideis
Revenge to the submission submit to player
Dayer, with the murder player to prayer
Actually, bactually, ractually, tactually
One to the 1 Two to a not nactually
Raaah, enter the yah mugged to the Karim
Shiter up to killer with the tarim
Popcorner it, still like hophorner it, coner it
Grave, son funk tilling with nopconer it
Feel like frozen, last, to the living
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, to the diving
[Godfrey Effisawey]
Shovel to died to died with the shovel
Like a mission bitch ass nigga with the rebel
You coming to die wit the Penny
Like up a graves folks, to great not kenny for the last
Necrophobia ashes, is coming to lashes
Because to stay away for day last
Evil is dark mess takin' dead body enemy
Think to the BVD, like to the DVB
Ten drink of blood, red is liven
Pops, like a Brook Gima to the lived to the diven
Liven of grave, shots, shine to the Gramma
Deekestrelz takin' fuckin' to the ramma
[Intro: samples]
Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
You try to haunt me nigga, I ain't trying to hear it
Buck, Buck, Buck, I'll give your ass a Holy Spirit
[Hook]
[Interlude: Brook Gima]
Shit like Deekestrelz
To the shine with the mom's good to the sofa ever happy face living job
Find to the Kestrelz is shot, because to ass hole about the blue eighting
Gravedig fucking loser
[Godfrey Effisawey]
Shovel to shovel, died to died
Yeah yeah yeah I known storm away
Yo, go to the murderous all day to mommy
To shit brown smile to the zombie
Demon container sqaure downtown is graver
To the O ground, like a man to the saver
I'm shutin' is buttin, like a else mind to the lived
G is the lived with the murder dived
Violence to the ground, to the ground ground ground
Like a bussiness, mad this guy, like a witness
The donut the ronut to mad's to the living
''So my brain became stained with the horror''
[Karim Kaloga]
Shovel to died, nope, last hope along
Because to dope along, dyin' to tha mong
C'mon, c'mon, let's to the g'mon
Can you like see are film like a t'mon
The KA born to the Deekestrelz last
With the blast in the mast in the (cast!) along the crast
To the liven, scared away to diven
Like a get out, town, like to the griven
Diggin triggin, no style stupid bage you
See you in hell, those it they epic rage, doo
It's lived for black, to the blast, give for grave, don't be scared
Be to the bitch we the dead
[Christine Aspell]
Along the shovel to shovel, the styles was last blue
To lived wit off long to blue lue
Revenge to graves to haves wit the darkness
Because to the park, like Johnny with the parkness
Lates fade with high five ghost to the liftin all
Talkin with me nothin in up with the giftin all
Dig up the grave with shovel like a takin are grabbin'
666 to the crabbin' (nope!!)
With the creepin alive, to the left with the didn't live
Bang your head to the bang drive
Diggin' for ghosts like don't that city boy
The Deekestrelz for the shovel with out croy
[Hook 4X]