
Hollow Bones
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- 2010s
- phonk
- lo-fi hip hop
- southern hip hop
- horrorcore
- dark trap
- memphis rap
Lyrics
Verse 1
Bury your brother
Keep that heavy shovel in the trunk
Six deep
You looking for a favor
Go and find it in a grave
Dead eyes
Dead ends
Dead man tell no lies
Watch the way the water turns thick and black
I don't need a friend
I don't want a hand
I don't trust a soul
Looking at your neck like a shark in the deep
Creeping out the bushes with a rusty blade
Shadows on the grass
Vultures in the tree
Dirt beneath my nails
Smoke coming out my mouth like a winter ghost
Got a trunk full of lead and a heart full of ash
Talking that tough talk
Running from the reaper
Caught in the trap with the wires tight
Don't pray for him
Don't cry for him
Don't look for him
Selling souls for a bag and a nickel
Skin turning grey like a basement floor
No one gonna hear when the basement shuts
Eating on the pain
Feasting on the hate
Rotting from the inside
Click click pop and the lights go out
Throwing your life in the garbage bin
Found your ID in the middle of the street
Nothing left but the smell of the rot
Nobody's home
Nobody's safe
Nobody's king
Walking through the garden of the hollow bones
Grinning while the sky falls down in flakes
Pick up the phone
Lay it on the table
Hang it on the wall
Slicing through the silence with a jagged edge
Keep the change
Keep the faith
Keep your mouth shut
Burn the whole bridge till the water turns red
Underneath the bridge where the demons play cards
Winning every hand
Losing every friend
Killing every hope
Rest in peace to the suckers in the dirt
Shoulda kept your distance from the shadow man
Fading into nothing while the wolves howl loud
Grim reaper knocking on the back side door
Got no pulse
Got no plan
Got no mercy
Walking on the path of the broken glass
Looking for a victim in the middle of the night
Hope you said goodbye to your mama kid
Cause the hole in the ground getting mighty deep
Six feet under
Ten feet wide
Twelve years gone
Smell of the sulfur on my fingertips
Laughing at the way that you're gasping for air
Coldest in the county with a heavy metal tool
Night shift ghouls in the back of the van
Lock the doors
Bolt the windows
Bar the gate
Welcome to the dark where the light can't breathe
Told you not to wander out after the dusk
Smurfing in the gloom with a pocket full of hate
Dog on the leash with the foam in his jaw
Feeding on the weak
Siding with the snake
Living in the pit
Don't check the trunk when I park the ride
Better run fast while your legs still work
Catching you slipping on a patch of the rot
Head on a platter for the lords of the underground
Dark thoughts
Bad blood
Evil ways
Signing my name in the dust on your tomb
Resting in the dark where the maggots enjoy the feast
Empty in the head and empty in the chest
Watching you wither like a leaf in the gale
Done talk
Big walk
End line
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