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Going to lick a corpse
from her rotting taint
Smell her shitty stank...

Heading to the cemetery
Going to dig me up some graves
It will be just like

to Roslindale
At the Mount Hope Cemetery
That's where they sent me
A crystal cube on an unmarked grave
That's where I knelt and prayed
And that cube did open up

Exhumed from the data cemetery
Its face ain't quite right, its eyes hold no light
Just a little too smooth
Nostalgia's pillaged tomb

Shambling out

and my excesses
Judgementalism heaped
Upon the mercy seat
Means nothing to her sleep
Enshrined in crematoria

The trees are gaunt
But the cemetery

Laugh At Em

T.I.

The Dime Trap

2018

really, necessary
Get the message like a secretary
Boy, I'm legendary
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavour in the cemetery
Trap music,

Down to the Auburn Cemetery
We jumped in puddles with the graves beneath our feet
And I'm falling now

Tell me the answer to a question that I'm too

the cemetery line
Intersects our shadows like a shiver up your spine

Only when my pen hits the sheet, I feel my tension release
And I'll believe anything you

means necessary, use anything necessary
To get to the promise land, send enemies to the cemeteries
We can't take it no more, time for the lions to roar

to toe
Your boots laced up to your knees
The Autumn breeze began to blow the ribbons
As we took to the streets

The cemetery was gray and still
Unlike

It was a feast
Fit for a mad king
From his mount old Boon faced the hanging judge
Seeking no redemption from above
Cried out let her rip
Then lept down

Sinna 

Fast Nation Music 
One phone call, if it necessary 
me wake up, never in the cemetery. 
Ready Now

Just a sinner wid a prayer, dreams inna me

a landlock
Falling through like dandruff
All the crew in Jam Rock
Fresh dumpling and salt fish
Head bumbin like boulders
We were up late, sipping mount gay

couldn't make dough
Tun walking cemetery check my pocket

Prezi dan it a di right time
Fi go put some fat shot pon dutty badmind
Touch eh road, yeah me

underground
The contingent cemetery but whole preliminary
Insists it that I rock it when it's necessary
I just go on my own beatbox drop shots
To rock to leave

dust dat boy turned stone cold
Yuh
Let a nigga know what it is and he act he ain't know
Shit
Cemetery is where you die at not where you fuckin go
Begging

Pastor: 
Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
And who is this?  You new here, ain't you brother?

Willie D: 
Yep

Pastor: 
Well welcome to Mount Paid in

nah wa be ah enemy
Carry fi ah joy ride drop yuh off by the cemetery
Another life lost like a man who love jocking g
Luckily all ah mi a.rs buss

at the summit
Take a minute to relax
Hit up the Commons, just asking for packs
"Hey nice mount!" "Can somebody gift me?"
"I need a girl", "Who wants to k is me"

fault, man
You really can't blame me
And if you listen, you might understand that

I was chillin'
Smokin' on a blunt gettin' fried
Mount Hope Cemetery

Trust your still under mi Grace

Mi Naa guh tell yuh seh mi vex, cuz yuh know already
Devil try shut mi up fi guh dung ina cemetery
Show mi how fi fight

Here people die everyday 
City full of ghosts like I'm Schwayze
It's a shame
Corner cemetery obituary to the slain 
Call you from the highest peaks
Let

the presence of this junkyard cemetery, the once-electric dead are perfect models for my studies.

I do not feel afraid around these monoliths, I know The Body

mine
And now to deal with the hurt
I need a remedy
A recipe
It might be the Hennessy
Before I lay in the dirt, in the cemetery
Protect my three, my mama

the cemetery
Trapped in my thoughts, so I never be free
Mind and soul are haunted by memories
The days resorting to felonies, getting P
I might look physically