Dirge

When everything is dead and done my people people people wanna piece of that pie, yuh When everything decays rots, placed inside the safest spot inside the earth Y'all find the time to find it's worth Post-mortem, Postpartum, Post Baloney Pray they fuckin' Post Malone me build a shrine, yuh My mausoleum tall and steeped in what I used to fill the time I shed the gloves, I'm building mine Fuck waiting till I die You little sheep, shouting about Little Peep I bet you never liked a fucking song You talking bout his face tats, up in yo mentions way back And how you figured that, that shit it wasn't wrong You motherfuckin' cowards could be hours from a cold slump of tissues What's the difference when you die and leave this earth? Yuh I'm in my feelings, eating peelings of tobacco Where the backhoe might as well just do my dirt I'm not waiting I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of Cause I don't trust these shaky hands I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaijus She tries to comfort you and read your eyes to see inside you She sees your hurt so she decides to Give you a hug and seeks to find you As you proceed to feed your ceaseless cycle Suck at this shit, drowning in shit Sick of you working the doubts that you get Broken as shit and you doubt that you'll fix Diagnosed back in 2006 Routine got you in a hole and you help diggin' it Started off small and now you fit in it, yuh Yeah, I never seen you crawlin' out the bitterness Is it a lack of balls or just intellect? She goin' through a lot of pain too Dealing with her shit as well She doesn't toss her two cents into wishing wells She wish you well The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's She's sick of trying to save you all the time Believes it's idle The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's Tonight's the last time that she'll sleep beside you I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of Cause I don't trust these shaky hands I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh