tombstones and pine
[horrorcore hiphop from grymm fett]




I come to haunt them like a burner or horror,
don't gimme that post mortem shit cause its sore.
I be the nuclear kaboom, a cloud of dark maroon,
not just the urban senshi but the one named sailor doom
so go smoke your shrooms and see if I loom in the dark
corners of room or in the singing of the larks.
I am a shark -
in your nightmares ya, I bark repores, hark.
I bust through the hide, and clog all your pores, stark
raving mad is where I'll take, and the doctors can't wake you
up, I blurred your vision so you sewed your eyes shut.
sleep, blac-blam, blam to the morgue and that's a fact
I don't kriss kross this, I kross kriss that, jack
so don't try to front where you can't, kid I said it,
foolish children end up with they wiggs beheaded,
lets wet it -
welcome to the asylum, where I'm resident,
not just a customer, I'm also the president.
You cannot escape from what escaping is impossible,
homies with drained veins don't last long in the hospitol
and then -
beep beep - a drop cause you flatlined,
followed a white light because homey its that time,
   -   can I get a little reaper's jazz up in h
im?
Well they took him away, and he couldn't keep his skin. heh.
and there you go, a full six feet later,
where there maggots are you best friends and and the worms are your waiters,
yes I infest like sess on the best of you,
but then I cause cancer, and kill off the rest of you.
You work the your whole life but homey what's it worth?
Cause you just gonna be under pine in the dirt
in, say 'bout 77 years, man we fears -
that after the laughter homey we got tears.
And bugs dine -
on you, fine, but you must taste like swine,
laying in your roses under tombstone and pine.
grime is good -
You can get higher then marley on a blunt in the hood,
but it all boils down to chipped stone and finished wood,
in the mind -
men with spine get early on the fine
points of death, looking fine under tombstones and pine.
you think your a real hardrock mime, and thats fine
till its tombstone and pine for that mind, and its time.
A mock you, in your tombstone and pine with a r.i.p sign
No mercy  -
I be the harbringer of life and it hurts me
cause I'm not gonna kill you, and its just that anyday,
your ass is headed for the pine box anyway -