Lyrics GRAVEYARD - BAKER YA MAKER

GRAVEYARD

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