GRAVEYARD - 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 thinking that you are slick

But it seems you’ve made a mistake

Test me,

All this pressure I’m applying

Ain’t no other like me

Through my death I’m still supplying

With the 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

And I ain’t bout the fucking bud

Get back

You don’t know me, bitch smack

All your homies told you zip your crusty lips

And step away you fuckin phony

I ain’t tryin to be surrounded I just wanna find my nest

Dig myself beneath the stones and all the butts of cigarettes