GRAVEYARD ft. Baker Ya Maker Lyrics

I love the thrill of a battle

I slaughter the sheep like cattle

The man of war has come back

And I've come to reclaim my saddle

No love for a snake

You just want a piece of my plate

And you're thinking that you are slick

But it seems you've made a mistake

Test me, Stressed King

All this pressure I'm applying

Ain't no other like me

Through my death

I'm still supplying with a nuke drop

Smash that button

Till we all are flying

Through those great blue skies

But I bet no one's surviving

9 to 5 I'm always high

But the tension stays collected

I'm infected been neglected

This is to be expected

When you twist lines with the insane

A psycho with a grudge

I'm going postal on the town

And I ain't bout to fucking budge

Get back, you don't know me

Bitch smack all your homies

So just zip your crusty lips and step away

You're fucking phony

I ain't trying to be surrounded

I just wanna find my nest

Dig myself beneath the stones

And all the butts of cigarettes