[Lyric] Graveyard (MC Nemesis)

VERSE 1
Shame is my prison as cruel as a grave
My vocal precision set to start a rave
Haters brought pitchforks n’ flaming torches
Trying to slay the monster, I’m pilin’ up corpses
Shame dying to rob me, always shittin’ on my name
The game’s a slobberknocker, wrestling me for fame
Pain’ n passion I bring it, spreading it like wildfire
I’m Shining brighter than a thousand torch lighters
Each line I light up like gas dowsed on a bonfire
I’m so freakin’ dope, I keep climbin’ higher
Don’t do drugs nope, I never had the desire
That crap’s dumb n’ lame, that addiction shits so weak
I rap to numb my pain, the truth I sеw n’ reap
I’m a sick hick with a bone to pick strikin’ quick
The country is my homе born n’ bred in the stix
These other rappers, don’t even know how flow
Don’t know the kick, offbeat, trying to diss me on the low
I’m hardcore, no holds barred bars I’m lit
Rackin’ up stackin’ up bodies with each click
Headin’ to the hanging tree, come on and follow me
Cut em’ off the gallows, buried no coffer’s fees
Plant em’ in the cold ground to fertilize my seeds
Giving them the energy to grow like they need
HOOK
Haters call me trash, I’ll be legendary
Stacking up the cash, till they just can't stand me
Put hunks of their chunks in the trunk of my car
Drive em’ to my graveyard

VERSE 2
Fear is a liar, always tellin’ me to run
Fear is a cur so I ripped out it’s tongue
Fear called me trash now they love my rap
Fear chased me till it fell into my trap
Ain’t no grave can hold me homie
If ever bodied I’m coming back a zombie
Love is the resurrection hope the insurrection
Defecting from my fear a new self-reflection
I trust in God as a shield my deflection
Rap my weapon the giants slain by the sound
Mixed and mastered by my freedom found
I don’t trend cause I don’t follow
In my sin I do not wallow
I ain’t no NF, no depressed rapper
I ain’t Tom MacDonald, no oppressed rapper
MC Nemesis just the best rapper
I love the country but I’m not a vulture
I refuse to use my music to prey upon the culture
HOOK
Haters call me trash, I’ll be legendary
Stacking up the cash, till they just can't stand me
Put hunks of their chunks in the trunk of my car
Drive em’ to my graveyard

VERSE 3
Meet me mom and dad as I go down a dark road
When I’m dead I’m checking in my load
Often when I rap it’s real hard to breathe in
Losing my mind stuck ill in these feelings
Am I a man, an angel, or a demon
Do I help people or am I just a heathen
Hip hop is toxic and so very cancerous
Devil worshippers just here hate Jesus
But when they have a loss of luck they expect us
To stand next to them and help pick the cross up
It’s so fucked up and I’ve had quite enough
Rappers pretending they so tough

HOOK X2
Haters call me trash, I’ll be legendary
Stacking up the cash, till they just can't stand me
Put hunks of their chunks in the trunk of my car
Drive em’ to my graveyard