Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Graverobbers, artist - Dark Lotus. Album song Psychopathics from Outer Space Part 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2003
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Graverobbers |
Apparently somebody or some people have been committing grave robbery |
And taking items of clothing and sometimes the body itself from the coffins |
Investigators are puzzled as to who this could be committing these |
Diabolical acts of robbery but promise to bring a close to the case soon |
Well there’s no moon out tonight |
Bring me the shovel |
Hand me the axe |
Give me that pick |
Dead bodies |
Dark Lotus |
I hear something moving around |
Dead walking everywhere |
Dark Lotus |
But we set them free |
Come alive |
Dark Lotus |
Come alive |
Holy shit |
Oh my god Dark Lotus |
Quit acting like it’s that hard for ya’ll to see the truth |
That the Lotus came back to rob graves foolproof |
We always claiming that we running, but it’s never away |
Straight ahead cemetery jacking up in your face |
Stay far from the real if you can’t deal |
Got the whole world looking at us crazy for real |
But the past is the past and the future is the future |
But the present is the time for ya’ll to find a buried ruler |
Mr. Newgleson, they buried him with a watch |
And it’s worth about 300 bucks, give me a shovel |
I say fuck the dead I mean they fucking dead, fuck them |
Wearing watches and gold nugget rings |
And I ain’t suppose to pluck them? |
I don’t just leave them there, I take the whole fucking body |
And squeeze and play with they appendix like it’s silly putty |
I’m up for all kind of hours all off in your grave |
And to this wicked shit I am a slave |
But I like this |
The dead need freedom |
(A little air a little moonlight |
This shit has been a long time) |
Into your coffin we come |
(I got my mind on your grave |
And your grave on my mind) |
My shovel will set you free |
Your corpse should provide a good source |
For the sacrifice before me |
I’m the cool grave robbing, raiding tombs looking for food |
In places that you never even thought to |
The dead and they don’t put up any fight |
Besides once you ain’t got no life |
The rest is useless |
You say it’s ruthless but they don’t mind they’re dead |
And after their consumed they got my life |
See I got me a job diggin as a grave digger |
Who woulda figured my plans was much bigger |
But nonetheless the graveyard shift by myself |
Dumbass rookies don’t know what to you could do with a belt |
Dig them up in a line, and strap them up right |
Throw the strings over limbs |
And make them dance in the moonlight (yaye yaye) |
Got my own party started |
Damn, I’m busted, they got two others guys high |
With the gray smoke covering me |
I float down with the intentions |
Of grabbing another body from the ground |
Is it a sickness nobody understands |
I’m all alone except for all the dead bodies |
I’m keeping up in my home |
They always listen to me |
Never interrupt or pass judgment |
I can really be myself around them |
And I love it, it’s my own world |
Hand picked from the tombs of past on’s |
Now give me your grave stone to dance on |
They coming to evict me out the hole in the pine box, I rotted |
Been waiting here so long I thought I been forgotten |
And forsaken in the Earth to remain with the rats and the locusts |
Steady crawling through my veins, I’m in pain |
But I can hear their shovels getting close |
I’m shaking like a bitch after 11 years alone |
Bash my head into the box I can’t take it anymore |
I gotta free myself up out the grave |
Something else in store |