You done fucked wit a dead nigga for the last time! Alright! Im hype! Alive and on sight! It's time to say good night!
Sleepy bye, beddy, beefy, greed chokin mongoloid. Ease into erosion, god, the fock is so a gonner, boy! Bomb it! Paint the pale with the night's fear, hailed in revere like the hale bopp comet! Solid! Super mega under rim rest! College! I'll learn you failure when you get tested! Impressive comatose! Infected stoner goes in! Alot like dope u smokin, but dont u get caught dozin! Or catchin Zs while yo breez at the Westin! Wide awake, gettin eaten her best friend! Affixed to chase u in your dreams like how Fred been! Only worse, cuz they gon wonder where your neck went! Stupid! Best you go n take a nap! Then another, and a million more after that. Fuckin slumber! I'll sign you up to sing in chino's side project. I'll find no better form of sorcery. Enormous!
As I lay you (me) down to sleep, release your (my) hold to this life... Get the folks on my death and be the beast stuck on the iiiinside!
Why do you look at me so strange? I'm a normal human. Wait a minute, I'm not. My plot I've got is fool-proof for me to do it. Lettin off rounds in bucks and fucks, I'm not givin any. Packin a milli. Wavin it in front of you and lookin at you funny, dummy. Every bit of your bitch is showin do you know that your hope is broken. Stolen, eroded. Over this situation ur facin, trying to cope with evasive maneuvers. You fakers are gettin split in the face with a mace covered in blades and when the bass makes quakes, it's gonna stake face with a minimal chance of living anymore in the same safe place. (Damn!) Everything you've ever done is worthless. Your nerves are burnin, yearnin to reach a purpose, but curtains. It's certain. With bourbon swervin in me, I'm curvin blades into your gut until the furniture's bloody and burned up plenty! I'm servin these motherfuckers with a mouth full of poison, let the boy in and I'll hoist them in the air with a shotty to the body. Bringin them toys in! I bring the bang to the buck, not giving a fuck about you. Six feet in the dirt, you will sleep. (shhhhhh!)
credits
from From the Graveyard!,
released November 12, 2013
All vocals written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Evan 'SevidemiC' Ellis and Dennis 'Dubbs' Warren for SickMindMedia
supported by 5 fans who also own “Good Night feat. See Ray & Samson G. Samson”
I cannot believe Hopsin, G-Eazy, and Inf Gang are all on this masterpiece! So much filthy freshness it’s unreal. Is this a fever dream?? Cause god I hope not! juggalo4real