Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cemetery Made, artist - Mr.serv OnDate of issue: 28.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cemetery Made |
| Chorus |
| I see my enemies, my guns in my hands |
| Cemetary made, i’m looking at a dead man |
| Conflicted images fill my mind, if it’s my time to bless me on the grind |
| Intertwine in this criminal military where my best friend became my adversary |
| Never second guess me if its me or you I see your ass through |
| To the bloody end, we meet again |
| When one of you coward bitches get the heart to take me from this world of sin |
| I can’t descend to my right to die with blood in my fucking eyes |
| Ghetto cries from the cemetary call me daily |
| But I ain’t ready to let you bitches take me |
| Set me up with my closed, arms open, gats smokin |
| Hoping for my last and final wish |
| Momma kiss me on the lips when I leave, with a shank on my fucking sleeve |
| I kill your child on your money for love |
| Now she dead, god bless you if your child live |
| But if I don’t, I’ll be back with fucking rage in my eyes |
| Hands on the gage, I’m cemetary made |
| Release me from this torture that this life gave me the first time this world |
| Saw me |
| Murder and betrayal chase me car jacking, the crack dealers still see me |
| Why can’t you bitches let me live in peace? |
| Tears on my mommas sheets won’t let me sleep |
| I’m walking the streets with tags on my fucking feet |
| But I ain’t ready to be that big shot caller, that baller in the sky, see this |
| Killer in my eyes |
| But you bitches can’t take me, why don’t you drop your colors and ride with me |
| I’m gangbanging, no affiliation |
| I’m living TRU like these letters across my stomach (T-R-U) |
| And I’m cemetary made, don’t let me get faded with this gauge |
| I’m ready to bust, bang, hang em up and nigga let you know my name |
| My alias, Mr. bad case |
| See this killer in my eyes, I’m ready to break you from your ghetto ties |
| And now I’m coming, so nigga you better start running |
| See my cemetary made, so bang em up |
| My name is as I murder |
| So alot of niggas wanna get me cemetary made so I move to another city |
| I was born with a gun in my hand |
| Now that I’m a grown man ain’t a damn thing changed |
| C-Murder, a soldier from that TRU click |
| My dick gets hard when I see a niggas whig split |
| Life full of crime, so I abuses and chooses |
| To never pull a gun if I ain’t gonna use it |
| And known to smoke weed to calm my nerves |
| But when I lace that shit, a nigga gettin served (booya!) |
| Sending haters to the mortuary, been to the cemetary |
| But dont kill a nigga if you ever scary |
| Ain’t got no time to be paraniod bustas |
| Keep eye contact cause I dont trust ya |
| 187 is what i shout (187), tattooed on my right arm |
| Cause that’s what I’m about |
| You got beef with me? You’se in danger |
| Welcome to the motherfuckin torture chamber |
| Execution style beat down in slashes |
| Kerosene to burn your ass up till you ashes |
| You history fool, you dead, ha ha ha ha, now you cemetary made |