[Verse 1]
I been in the game and made a name, this shit ain't nothing pretty
Too strange, that's why Tech ain't even fucking with me
I know them killers and them thugs, they know just as many
I never ask, see I just take, my first word is gimme
And if they talking, shove a cock in their esophagus
Welcome to the end, bitch, it's the apocalypse
It's common sense that you rotten from the politics
I'm kicking knowledge, kid, you better just acknowledge it
I'm ready to jump and just take all these fucking problеms with me
And bring you with, I promise that and keep your doctor busy
They yеlling rookie when you dropping, it just happens quickly
I'll make you vanish like it's magic, shit is really tricky
They wouldn't let me in, I'm slipping through the back door
Boy I know you ain't stupid so don't act slow
I was being nice but really I'm an asshole
You'll die a hater, now that's what you call a sad soul
The game is dirty, nah the shit ain't clean
Not what it seems, they switch teams like they switch jeans
So punk bitch, please, you squeeze but I just don't bleed
So homie when you greet me, just be on your knees
[Chorus]
Hand me the shovel, I'm about to dig a grave
Six feet deep, that's where your body lay
Right inside of that hole is what you gotta stay
Hand me the shovel, I'm about to dig a grave
Hand me the shovel, I'm about to dig a grave
Six feet deep, that's where your body lay
Right inside of that hole is what you gotta stay
Hand me the shovel, I'm about to dig a grave
[Bridge]
Grave digger
Grave digger
Grave digger
Hand me the shovel, I'll make your grave bigger
[Verse 2]
This is exactly what I'm 'posed to do
Yeah you should be scared if I'm approaching you
Every step that I take I'm getting closer to
Stacking another body, I got a few
It's getting packed, make room
Yeah they probably won't find you until it's late June
Shriveled and nasty, you'll make a great prune
Yeah they claiming they're great and I'm like "Great?, Who?"
It's to the point where it's lead to broken pencils
Streams that fire like missiles, go is when they hit you
I got a list full of people packing a issue
I just hope their friends and family are packing enough tissue
Cause it's over muthafucka, I told you, muthafucka
Got a problem? Come on over, red rover, muthafucka
So just D.I.E, now go to sleep
My trunk smells like dead bodies and potpourri
And there you go, yeah you thinking you make moves
Standing over your body, boy, it's really a great view
Said I was dead, well I promise it ain't true
Go it on lock but I'm thinking I'll break through
I'm still digging, I ain't breaking a sweat
I'm making your bed, you minutes just from meeting your death
Now lay down, let me lay you to rest
Now let it off of your chest, you thought wrong, yeah I'm really a threat
[Bridge]
Grave digger
Grave digger
Grave digger
Hand me the shovel, I'll make your grave bigger
[Outro: Richard Ramirez Interview]
You have now entered a very rare group of people in this country, you're in the - the ranks of Charlie Manson, Ted Bundy (Hand me the shovel, I'll make your grave bigger), you claim you didn't commit these murders but you
Serial killers do on a small scale what governments do in large ones, they are a product of the times and these are bloodthirsty times, even psychopaths have emotions if you dig deep enough but then again maybe they don’t
Do you have emotions?
No comment!
Tell me what kind of emotions you have going through you right now
I'll tell your what, I gave up on love and happiness a long time ago
