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Doom Dig Your Grave

Hate breeding like fear Destroying my soul Consuming my mind You burnt all my dreams Put me in chains Forever enslaved Dig your grave Born to die a systems

mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home Polishin' the MAC-1O chrome Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your

that The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin' head Now I gotta wake the dead sleepin' on the death bed Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your

real unclear on what he actually says here I don't say jack I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon because behind bars your doomed if your mind can

game til' the game's over Soldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissing To get paid with a gyps of AK's If you looking for revenge, Better dig two graves

don't stop (Your world don't stop) (Your world don't stop) (Your world don't stop) (Your world don't stop, stop, stop) (Your world don't stop) (Your

this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs It's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins Raised in the Bow 213 area code where the criminals dig up your grave

priest Down of Meggido, your grave Sky turning as black as spell Haunting my eyes and mind Funeral rites Funeral rites Rites You are chosen by hell Dig your

(feat. Pebbles The Invisible Girl) Mic check... Come through, dig the sound! Crowd around! I used to cop a lot But never copped no drop Hold mics like