dirge

[Verse 1: Kill Bill]

When everything is dead and done my people

People, people wanna piece of that pie, yuh

When everything decays rots, placed inside the safest spot inside the Earth

Y'all find the time to find it's worth

Post-mortem, Postpartum, Post Baloney

Pray they fuckin' Post Malone me build a shrine, yuh

My mausoleum tall and steeped in what I used to fill the time

I shed the gloves, I'm building mine, fuck waiting 'til I die

You little sheep, shouting about Little Peep

I bet you never liked a fucking song

You talking bout his face tats, up in yo' mentions way back

And how you figured that, that shit it wasn't wrong

You motherfuckin' cowards could be hours from a cold slump of tissues

What's the difference when you die and leave this earth? Yuh

I'm in my feelings, eating peelings of tobacco

Where the backhoe might as well just do my dirt, I'm not waiting

[Chorus: Kill Bill]

I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of

'Cause I don't trust these shaky hands (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up

So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you

I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo

I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo

I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo

Yuh

[Bridge: The Notorious B.I.G.]

When I die, fuck it, I want to go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

[Verse 2: Rav]

The day is over, your head full of cerebral Kaijus

She tries to comfort you and read your eyes to see inside you

She sees your hurt so she decides to

Give you a hug and seeks to find you

As you proceed to feed your ceaseless cycle

Suck at this shit, drowning in shit

Sick of you working the doubts that you get

Broken as shit and you doubt that you'll fix

Diagnosed back in 2006

Routine got you in a hole and you help diggin' it

Started off small and now you fit in it, yuh

Yeah, I never seen you crawlin' out the bitterness

Is it a lack of balls or just intellect?

Like she goin' through a lot of pain too

Dealing with her shit as well

She doesn't toss her two cents into wishing wells

She wish you well (She wish you well)

The day is over, your head full of cerebral Kaiju's

She's sick of trying to save you all the time, believes it's idle

The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's

Tonight's the last time that she'll sleep beside you

[Chorus: Kill Bill]

I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of

'Cause I don't trust these shaky hands (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up

So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you

I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo

I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo

I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo

Yuh

[Bridge: The Notorious B.I.G.]

When I die, fuck it, I want to go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

[Outro]

Okay so, 100% chance of rain only for like the next half hour, probably clear up pretty fast

These kind of heavy storms, ya know, they blow over