They Don't Need a Grave Lyrics

Blood stained on my hands, blood splashed on my face

Blood puddles at my feet, bodies all over the place

With an eighth in the blunt, no cunt will escape

In my bed, they can stay, no, they don't need a grave

No, they don't need a grave, they can stay where they lay

No, they don't need a grave, they can lay where I play

No, they don't need a grave, I will play with the decayed

No, they don't need a grave, no, they don't need a grave

Aye! Ain't no tellin' what the count is

Every other day I seem to find another down bitch

Sniff the rag, smile on my face like some clown shit

Tie her up, drag her home, and show her what we down with

See that sound is her choking on her own spit

When she wakes up in a gag and new outfit

Blacken both her eyes and she droolin' out her swole lips

Rubbin' up her thighs and she cries as her toes twitch

Damn baby, all ya pleas be the dopest

And them teary eyes got me in a hypnosis

Got me feelin' like you really prolly chose this

Swear I'll keep your body 'till it fully decomposes

Who the fuck let my ass up in show biz

On stage with a dead chick, puttin' her in poses?

Don't like it? Here's a dick. You can throat it

Attached to the sick piece of shit that just wrote this

Blood stained on my hands, blood splashed on my face

blood puddles at my feet, bodies all over the place

With an eighth in the blunt, no cunt will escape

In my bed, they can stay, no, they don't need a grave

No, they don't need a grave, they can stay where they lay

No, they don't need a grave, they can lay where I play

No, they don't need a grave, I will play with the decayed

No, they don't need a grave, no, they don't need a grave

They ain't no shame in my game, you slain and left lay'n

Remains contained safe for days, then on plates

I rape what's not ate. I pace eight hours straight

Fight with scattered, battered thoughts, slabbed in bloody splattered brains

Top of the day, I'm rotten, insane Prolly should lock me away

Rockin' a face, sparkin' a J, wavin' my hand in a flame

Burn it up just so I can feel somethin'

Oh fuck! It's too much, goddammit, just came

Can't tell what to feel, so I might as well

Kill a bunch of people 'fore I fuck around and kill myself

What's real?

No tellin' if I'm still alive

Spent my whole life wishin' everyone would fuckin' die

Inside got this hate that just won't chill

Cold steel in my hand, hope to make a throat spill

Overdose still every other day

But just like all the others, we don't ever need a grave!

Blood stained on my hands, blood splashed on my face

Blood puddles at my feet, bodies all over the place

With an eighth in the blunt, no cunt will escape

In my bed, they can stay, no, they don't need a grave

No, they don't need a grave, they can stay where they lay

No, they don't need a grave, they can lay where I play

No, they don't need a grave, I will play with the decayed

No, they don't need a grave, no, they don't need a grave