Tag: Grave Digger


JINX (jr.) – Avoid A Snake lyrics




Everybody wonder like the World is a mystery.
If they wasn’t so curious then they probably would’ve never met Me.
Smile when they see You, but frown down upon You when they don’t.
They always say they would help You, but You will soon see that they won’t.
Got something worthless before a life and as long as they got it loses worth.
If Heaven was on Earth and Earth was on Heaven, then they’d choose Earth.
Used to sell the Children, now they sell the whole Birth.
If We all should’ve came together, then Ya’ll could’ve stayed where Ya’ll were.

I never want anyone to try to put Me first.
Could’ve been anybody else, like a God and a Church.
People act just like the Devil too, they roll their eyes and curse You.
Most People can hardly take care of themselves, so how could they watch and pet other People.
In an Afterlife, some want a sequel.
Go to Church and want to sit up in the steeple.
And most of them don’t care about no body else.
But they want You to look at them with their selfish selves.

Want to start all the drama and open up a case.
Wouldn’t go nowhere without some make-up on Your face.
Men or Women.
City to City, State to State and Place to Place.
It seems it can’t get any worse with Everybody dising Grace.
No one can talk about anyone by their name, but race.
If a Grave Digger couldn’t find a shovel, then they would probably use a rake.
Wherever You may go in the whole wide World, it is impossible to avoid a Snake.




Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)




[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Scratches – DJ Klever]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine