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Graveside Mob Unleashes Chaotic Tales: KG, Zombies, and a Menacing Symphony
Lyrics
I'm a lunatic I put the bodies in the grave
I, as a lunatic, bury bodies in graves.
KG lunatic he always got the K to spray
KG, also a lunatic, is always ready to use a gun (K) for violence.
We killing brain cells Gatekeep the living dead
They are destroying brain cells and controlling the undead.
I'm spraying 60 shots my M4 hold a lot of lead
The speaker fires 60 shots from an M4 rifle that holds a lot of ammunition.
Who the fuck you is?
Questioning someone's identity and asserting their own dominance with wealth and body count.
Swayze couldn't give a fuck
-Who the fuck you is?
-KGs bought like 40 trucks
-He done got so many bodies like he's hugh hef
Claiming a high body count and superiority in dealing with graves.
If your talking grave you just fucking second best
-Abaddon
Referencing "Abaddon," suggesting a short-lived existence. Describing a changed person after seven years, highlighting drug use, and anticipating a gathering reminiscent of the last supper.
Won't last long
-He gone let it rip
-He's a changed man
-Seven years and smoking shit
-I ain't kidding when I tell you that 12 Gauge the suffer
-We gonna rally up and feast yeah Mobsides last supper
-We gone rally at that gate and keep the hoard from moving
Planning to gather at a gate to control a horde. Mentioning illegal substances and the sacrifice of lives for the grave.
Illegal substance changing got all my zombies fuming
-40 oxys 20 millys 30 fucking humans
-They all gave they life to grave now look at what they doing
-Bunch of pills in my bag like I'm Cobain
Referencing drug use (pills), maintaining sanity unlike Kurt Cobain, addressing personal issues, and posing a morbid question about fitting more bodies.
Only difference homie I still got my fucking brain
-I don't need another problem I done got enough
-Why you lacking bitch? I done fucking lost my buzz
-If you keep on crushing ima buy another nose
-Freeze the dead and keep 'em postured like they body froze
-l ain't packing less you lacking gotta keep 'em guessing
-Can I fit 14 more bodies that's the fucking question
-Blood is leaking out the seams
Describing a violent scene with blood, running, and murder. Expressing detachment and antisocial behavior.
Bouta flood the scene
-Running fast in slow motion like
-It was a fucking dream
-Now I'm anti social
-Murders going postal
-Jumping from port to port
-Like I'm going coastal
-I'm the great gatekeeper
Identifying as the gatekeeper, deepening graves, and portraying a menacing and drug-fueled persona.
The graves are getting deeper
-The Graveside creeper
-Murder my demeanor
-Demons getting meaner
-Drinking all these cleaners
-So I can get leaner
-Making trips to Pasadena
-Betta grab my scythe and cloak
Describing violence with a scythe, rope, and sacrifice. Emphasizing the pleasure derived from causing pain.
Never looking through the scope
-Push you off the chair
-And hang you with the fucking rope
-Then I watch the pain go on
-Until your feelings fucking gone
-Sacrificed you like my pawn
-You'll be dead before it's dawn
-Melee weapons yeah I'm vintage
Expressing a preference for vintage melee weapons, claiming sanity, setting boundaries, seeking vengeance, and displaying determination.
Like the sailor eating spinach
-I'm not crazy can't admit it
-Can not waste another minute
-Do not push me past my limit
-Test your luck will not win it
-Always looking for a vengeance
-Never stopping till I'm finished
-Bitch you know it's Graveside
Asserting affiliation with Graveside, emphasizing control over bodies, rejecting enslavement, and expressing a desire that nothing can save others.
Keeping bodies in their grave
-Got the chains around my neck
-Keep thinking I'm a fucking slave
-Running gotta keep my pace
-No you can not ride this wave
-Starting to get my crave
-You have nothing that will save
-Bitch you know it's Graveside
Reiterating Graveside affiliation, maintaining control, rejecting enslavement, and expressing a growing desire that nothing can save others.
Keeping bodies in their grave
-Got the chains around my neck
-Keep thinking I'm a fucking slave
-Running gotta keep my pace
-No you can not ride this wave
-Starting to get my crave
-You have nothing that will save
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