grave yard digging till the shovel broke never take a Suttle joke hard behind yo back but in yo face like to sugar coat had to take a count of all the head that was on the boat got to know they trained to go even if we sink or float known you rocking with the goat never show a hand or fold unless you can see the gold heard they like to Penny roll never spear a single soul they eat em in a single bowl blood guts and glory only thing that they still got in store snatch a fucking microphone from a fucking macklemore never had a a sight to sore always thought my life a bore then I had to snatch some happiness right out a life or four feel like i been here before woke up in a basement microphone laying on the floor guess l gotta kill for more tell me what beats next grew up with the rejects now I get to see checks grew up smelling seeds now my weed all seedless never seen a purpose now my life don't seem mean less momma imma genius got them zombies feining made it out the struggle got ecery one on my pens