Gravestepper

I feel the cold on my nails when I step on your grave
Little bitch what's the deal I can't hear what you say
Better move yourself from round here don't slip
For real square up make you feel the

Cold on my nails when I step on your grave
Little bitch what's the deal I can't hear what you say
Better move yourself from round here don't slip
For real square up make you feel the

Dirt in my nails when I, when I
Dig you up like a, like a

I hit it rawdog, like a wargod
After school club, was a dark bedroom
Young fucked up and on some hedonistic shit
You were too busy being perfect suburban you little bitch

I keep the pussy wet
Keep the bottles dry
Critical health, barely alive
Cry when I come with the overdrive
It's that fake hard silver spoon with your
Tongue twitching little bitch fucking put up your guard

It's the Disintegrated Slayer
Claiming souls of fools that ain't from round here posing as a fucking player
Might have to run for mayor
But I'm probably too busy playing Metal Gear Solid like a real fucking player

So I dare you come and try me
Spitting deadlier venom than me is fucking highly unlikely
I'm the type to let it blossom and bloom
Then tear your head off, spit in the wound and spell out your doom, and still

Feel the dirt in my nails, when I, when I
Dig you up, like a, like a