Текст песни RIPVANN - GRAVEYARD (feat. Baker Ya Maker)
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
