Tomb Diggin' Shovels

[Hook] Oh, my friend you have been grossly misinformed You've been diggin' that tomb straight out of the womb To the morgue in a uniform So I guess that you best stick to writin' jingles Cause I got more craft in my trash than you got in your singles Yo, I copped this tape and it sent my dome into a crazy place It kinda put me in a dope like state So, how many pigs would it take for me to let go of the mic backstage? Not enough to steal each one of my dimes, nickels and pennies So why waste all this time on rhyme riddles if anything i'll just jump the gun Like john wilkes-booth when its time to run Hop the horse come on ride along Don't look now but I got your tounge, I got love for the blood but I dont do sun I sleep in a coffin so I can't see day Tomb diggin' shovel gonna ease the pain No drugs in the womb, but we're born insane I got bugs in my room and they're eating my brain 6-26-85 my first impression 4-5-22-12-9-14 but a name shouldn't dictate direction Call the hospital now you got a mixtape infection Let em run a couple tests on the lobe in the front Like, how many weeks in a minute Rudeboy spacetime, no you can't speak til yer dinner is finished Have fun digesting the microphone sickness (RUDE GIRL SLAMDANCE) Dr. teeth conductor mayhem Many, many volts, not one to be grounded You closed your eyes cause you liked how it sounded Shook it to the left, took it to the right Like that's how your sphere got mounted [Hook]