| Yo, aaaarrgh as I step out the dust
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| Yo, my reputation is known for bloody objects
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| The GateKeep prevails
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| I’m harder as the lyrics on the holy grail
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| Pick up your skull then blow of the feathers
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| Yo, I’m on a vike and hike for burried treasures
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| The insane, terror remains out ya brain
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| Stalk the whole range from the darkest plains
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| It is I a homicidal repraisin’coming at ya Like an evasion of the one body snatchers
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| I’m in ya dreams ya thoughts yo, everywhere you walk
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| When you speak that’s the Gravedigga talk
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| The devils approached ya get roast
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| Can plant seeds on a grave with dead ???
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| >From the darkest level of death
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| Rza, pass the shovel and step
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| Check it, check it Up from the bottemless pit this is it Undertaker make beats and shit that sound sick
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| Me I be the mental disturbed, call the doctor
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| See if they got the nerve to try to stop the
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| ??? |
| the ??? |
| ??? |
| man, style that’s inhuman
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| Scream when I sting that ass like Paul Newman
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| Somebody knock on wood knock, knock, knock
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| All boyz in the hood drop, drop, drop
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| When I come through with the shovel don’t puzzle
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| Let 'em out the trouble, motherfuckin’trouble
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| So like Barney Rubble, back to the gravelpit
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| Smoke a fat spliff for the graveyard shift
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| Off wit ya head, off wit ya head
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| I wanna go where the buffalo’s rome
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| Chop off ya head while I’m puffing on a bone
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| Yo I got a stack I’m never slacking when I mackin'
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| Styles go back to the days of Pa Backlan
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| Catch 'em in a suflex oh no who’s next
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| To get wrecked pass the shovel and step
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| INTERLUDE:
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| Hey y’all feel out there
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| Now we are ready if you are ready, ah yeah
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| Ah, ah, check this out
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| Yo, you can’t fuck around wit dust boy
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| Dust will take you away and forget it Unless you John Wayne or somebody can kick dust’s ass
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| Uhh, Gravedigga right slowing force of night
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| Foes are froze likes tears in bright lights
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| I maintain my range from the bodyguard
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| Gravediggaz are runnin’like ??? |
| ???
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| GrymReap is deep as the lochness
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| When ever I’m seen wackin’teens, greased out they jeans
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| I stomp clues to reign over the fools
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| Like Monsoon with the lyrical ??? |
| ???
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| Doom is quick 'cause when the God attacks
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| 90 years later you find the artifacts buried in wax
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| Frozen left on displayed, brothers in the ash like ???
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| As you uncover the dark like Jurassic Park
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| You in search of devils with no heart
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| Cardiac arrest from stress is the call of death
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| RzaRect pass the shovel and step
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| Yo, slap me five on the black hand side
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| The styles I devise is kept to terrorize
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| Don’t be afraid of the dark watch me spark a flow
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| That got my crew rippin’up the charts
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| 'Cause I come ferioucsly no one is close to me
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| I bag bitches like a bag at the grocery
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| So get binocular so you can clock the
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| Propular hip-hop phantom of the opera
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| Now should I say figaro, figaro
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| The next thing you know I got a pocket full of dough
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| Yo and what did you expect choppin’mad necks
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| Pass the shovel and step
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| Outro:, (Frukwan)
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| (It ain’t no cure chop the bodies all over the floor) (x)4 |