Walk me to the graveyard Dig up her bones Point me to the sky above I can't get there on my own Walk me to the graveyard Dig up her bones, bones
Translation: Misfits. Dig Up Her Bones.
Dig up her bones I have seen the demon's face I have heard of her death place I fall down on my knees in praise of the Horrible things that took her
graveyard Dig up her bones I have seen the demon's face I have heard of her death place I fall down on my knees in praise of the Horrible things that took her
taught me to pull out my Wesson You brought and am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up
you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up
to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself This ain't a strip club, but she act like it Ever seen in her
right now And we know you ain't built for that Look, learn, listen, check it, start your cars up, trick your broads out Pump your hard up, homie, now put your guard up
(HOOK) bone diggy dig on bone (repeat x8) Now the way you went Got me in this messed up predicament 'cause i aint know how to be monagomous I was caught
Turn the camera on and stick it in her butt Pimpandho.com Me and D-Money keep smokin' that bomb Need a little game, you better log on Girls get naked, lickin' on my dog bone
love my Too $hort rhyme But that big fat Girl better let that go Before I point right at her and say hoe! I'm driving a Drop top Caddy, I don't dig fake
That would mean I lie and get fucked more than the President does Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her fuckin' tonsils out and fed her
those chicken bones A white haired woman and a one eyed Jack Mix me up a batch of that love flambeaux I want a batch of the love flambeaux I gave her
Tout le monde come on down, dig that crazy sound Yeah take a chance, Zydeco and romance Yeah everybody here, got rhythm in their bones It's another Friday
I'm the best Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home Hang up on niggas like, ?
, splat lookin? boy, Whoopi Goldberg black lip lookin? boy, Midnight train Gladys Knight lookin boy, You poor lookin boy, Don Imus ol? nappy headed ho lookin? boy, Dig
anyway you wanna have it Baby, is a horse an' yes of course, I'mma have to break the ho' Leavin' the kids at home, I wanna bone alone We hoppin' up an
up the room Come, let a West Side Nigga slide this dick off in yo womb Put the dial on her booty make her lively Most likely, she think I'ma make her wifey Got her