GRAVE YARD MAGICK ft. Prxblvm Lyrics

Knick nack paddy wack gotchu in my cross hairs

Pounds in the crawl space do not go down there

I'll be found dead in a lounge chair

Money in my pocket wit a brown paper bag

Mushrooms growing out my head

I got crows picking at my arms and my legs

I cannot talk to them

Cause I'm the Walking Dead

I woke up in this bitch learned to walk again

I can see shit coming like I gotta 6th sense

Got the bag weighed up before they know they bouta spend

Catch that boy lackin ima spin ima spin

And again and again til the tire off the rim

Got the devil on my shoulder and he said don't quit

Didn't know the voice in my head could turn into a friend

Got the devil on my shoulder and he said don't quit

Didn't know the voice in my head could turn into a friend

I could drown in my thoughts while I swim to the top

Couldn't read the fine print so I grew my own crop

They be lying to the people so I'm lying to the cops

I don't know my name bitch boy ion got one

Flat lined speaking in tongues because I got one

Bars falling out my head that make sense

I jus got back from a place that don't exist

They told me sum that I wasn't supposed to forget

I been trying to remember writing raps ever since

Decrypting all the codes the message is in my head

Put the demon on house arrest and make sure he's fed

Make sure that you record everything he fucking says

Walk with a limp give a fuck bouta bit

Brody in this bitch on 10, toting heavy metal

We can get it popping forreal, I mean on any level

I fit a little bit of time in my schedule

Shawty put a fentanyl patch on her heart

She ain't even know that I been dead from the start

Got high and she started showing me her different art

I was tryna hit the bong but it's glowing In the dark

What do you got something to lose cause I didn't

Girl you got me kinda confused I don't get it

When I went to fuck her I forgot where my dick is

And she laughed at me that's how I knew that my ass was tripping

Flesh rotting off my face that's decay

In a all black hearse finna bump my tape

With the warlocks you ain't heard of grave yard magic

When you see my ghost walking around don't panic