-Neighborhood- *GRavediggER*

yo, the words i be spittin come out like da fire rate of a teh9 with out da n9na ya feel me? I'm 2 quick i get 2 bussin,im armed and dangerous, inflictin ya with pain from da lead, lm john Rambo yeah sometimes im overkill holdin da lmg, see me wit the guns, im criminally insane slugs in yuh brains leavin blood stains on ya 14 karat gold chains im suited up 4 my profession, now here's a lesson ima cold blooded killer, hand me da black suite, da red tie wit da black shoes, now call me the head hitman, like who's on my hitlist kid if I we wanted 2 you'd already be a Deadman laying on da cold cement man yo its Pablo the kid da neighborhood gravedigger diggin up his defeated foes an put em back in da dirt where they came from, just 2 end em again cuz this shit is ust a game son yall know my state of mind rises like da body count in Chicago like da crime rate, like my damn mind state, you can call me Brian bates from the streets of New York, where all i do is mob work a young Sicilian named Carmelo M D, we aint doin nuthhin but mobbin G ima manic with these lyrics, cuz im just lyrical individual son come at me an than im writin ya demise on this pen an paper send ya ass 2 heaven now if ya really want da smoke you can catch me in da booth slayin mics an mcs my lyrics are just hot 2 an my flow is juzt like lava be spitting da fire godzilla shit now im outside feelin da chills, from all this ink wit the blood dat i spill its yo boy Pablo The Kid comin straight outta Taunton MA, my first album you know its da one yall been waiting for 8 maple the L.P