Dig

I would love to beat the face, 

Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me, 

White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, 

If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold, 

I'm drowning in your wake 

Shit rubbed in my face 

Teething on concrete 

Gums bleeding 



Dig bury me underneath 

Everything that I am rearranging 

Dig bury me underneath 

Everything that I was slowly changing 



I struggle in violated space, 

Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me, 

Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight, 

I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy 

I'm livid in my space 

Pissing in my face 

Fuck you while you try 

To fuck me 



Dig bury me underneath 

Everything that I am rearranging 

Dig bury me underneath 

Everything that I was you ain't fuckin' changing me 



Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, 

Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, 

Let me help you hold the glock against your head 

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, 

Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, 

Let me help you hold the glock up to your head, 

Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs 

Get on the plank fuck 



Dig bury me underneath 

Everything that I am rearranging 

Dig bury me underneath 

Everything that I was slowly changing 

Wish you were committing 

Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe 

Dead man dangling from a tight rope 

Limbless in the middle of a channel bob away