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cemetery action - illtrix lyrics

[verse 1: tre xavier]
murder murder when the sun goes down
steppin’ on these hallowed grounds, smell the gun smoke now
b*tch these hollow tips we holdin’ leave your body in convulsions
and we chop you up in pieces while the homies all recordin’
k!lled abortions mixed with corpses, line them all, this sh*t a gore pit
i often see it deap deep, best hear your psyche torchin’
with narcotics bottles full of deadly products
silence of your lamb, this time the future lookin’ dim
i like it morbid, your final minute, it’s fittin’ to meet your maker
authentic, your skull is dented, sh*t, i might just drink my coffee in it
i think you sh*tted, your skin is burned and horrendous
your limbs are partially missin’, throw your body in the coffin with ’em

[verse 2: doc gruesome]
ayy!
i see you walkin’ ’round my parts, i got the slugs and the sawed*off
see me too late, one shot blew your arm off
drag your body bag to the house, leave you with manyak
and the rest of your people layin’ flat on they back
and bounce out, you really thought this sh*t was funny
cemetery in the middle of the sticks is home for me
i’m gon’ hunt a f*ckin’ zombie, walk with a chest plate
blades in my mouth to k!ll your b*tch on her last date
f*ck fate, i’ma make it so you die today
cemetery action’s got reactions, pupils dilatin’
am i awake or is it just another nightmare?
creepin’ with the heater, send a hollow through your light hair (yeah)
[verse 3: lil manyak]
i’m creepin’ with a sawed*off, been known to roam these grounds
your body won’t be found, get caught past sundown
stay still, you come from all over, disrespectful punks f*ck around until a tomb done falls over
i can’t have that sh*t, this is my whole b*tch
grippin’ a sawed off with more sh*lls in the bag, i come equipped
now i’m creepin’ (now i’m creepin’) behind you in the mausoleum
if you ain’t see ’em, you ain’t gonna be breathin’
you chose your path when you trespassed
we gonna get your ass, your friends hear the gun blast
they can run and scream but weren’t expecting doc
and tre shootin’ at you f*cks droppin’ you in a grave plot

- illtrix lyrics

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