Grab the muddy shovel
Show your bloody knuckles
F*ck em up until they buckle
Or they're faces sayin uh oh
Slap them till they stumble
Leave them f*cking humbled
As you bury them with your muddy shovel
Rippin' a co-exist sticker off your shit twistin' ya tiddies by a pinch
Leaving your bumper with a dent
The savage within is grabbing a pen
Starting at ten
Dissecting your friends
Dumpin em in the wilderness
Given a slim chance to live
Guess Im committing another sin
Psy shoulda been silenced
Inside asylum man
Bring the violins
Setting fire and
Feed Diazepam
Plucking at your iris in
Leave your diaphragm
Dying then
I am tired man
Sharpen irons and
Get the ire
To a higher sense
Flatten tires when
I'm Spiking lyrics in
The end
It's all satire man
Stacking stats higher than
All these rappers when
I attend
I got muddy shovels in my hand
Grab the muddy shovel
Show your bloody knuckles
F*ck em' up until they buckle
Or they're faces sayin uh oh
Slap them till they stumble
Leave them f*cking humbled
As you bury them with your muddy shovel
Gimme' a shovel to dig
Leaving your body up into a ditch
Caving my blade within
Cracking your cranium
Dumping you in the Red River Valley man
Stripping your rights like the saudis and
Whipping it fast like an Audi then
Seasoning bars with this Lowry
Shit ain't flowery, damn
I been in these peaks and valleys
Kicking loudly
Hoping to get up outtie
Maybe I'm just rowdy
But I buried myself again
Like Uma Thurman
But who's for certain
I'm worth it
Darker thoughts are churning
I need a challenge to feel a purpose
I done flirted with death and it is certain
My sleepy state was a burden and now I'm sure when this curtain
Gets to workin'
I'll be dispersing these verses
While doubters be lurking
I write because I'm nervous
The service of death is omnipresent
My brain is in regression
To a state of depression
The kind I felt within my adolescence
So now I'm stressing that it'll come back to teach me a new lesson
So I decided to lyrically kill
Every thought, word, and feel
Till' they see that I am real
An anti-capitalist trying to make a mil
I know every word except the one chill
No ceiling will
Provide restraint so still
I'll Murder everyone and fill
These graves when I rap so ill
Grab the muddy shovel
Show your bloody knuckles
F*ck em up until they buckle
Or they're faces sayin uh oh
Slap them till they stumble
Leave them f*cking humbled
As you bury them with your muddy shovel