Littleshade - AT THE CEMETERY

I will open up your skull
Just like a package from the mail
I just wanna spit on your face
I want see you feel ashamed
Spittin' shit about me will take you to heresy in hell
Better yet, your birthday will be at the cemetery gates
This ain't no murder, it's making you favor, ain't no mistake
Bodies on bodies, they're yelling they wanna money
But all they having is acting like dummy
You won't be shiny, until your blood gonna leaking
I hear your grandma start screaming
Motherfucker