Tombstone Songtext
von Adam Calhoun

You tell ′em
You tell 'em I′m comin'
And hell's comin′ with me

Give me a gun, give me a drink
Pour it on up and get out of the way
You won′t light a stick of dynamite, and I'm about to blow you away
Pick yourself up, clean yourself off
Better learn to take a punch if you′re gonna talk tough
Here's a shovel and a plot, it′s a six-foot deep kinda day
You can dig your own damn grave

I ain't tryna fight, but I ain′t duckin' either
I got fuckin' ether, armed with Desert Eagle
Lost what I love ′cause the world is so evil
So I don′t mind shootin' slugs at you fuckin′ people
Got a six-shooter, like I was back in tombstone
And I ain't gonna die tonight, but you′re gonna have a funeral
Dressed in all black, flowers on the Cadillac
Biggie said it best, death ain't no comin′ back


And Doc Holliday said, "You ain't no daisy"
All these rappers act tough, but no one is crazy
I know real trouble, outlaws like Struggle
Stand up dudes kill you like fuck 'em
Play with the hustle, get cut with the shuffle
Put you in the bag, I ain′t talkin′ 'bout a duffle
I′m not one to play with, I'll leave you open
Standin′ in the middle of the street, barrel smokin' like

Give me a gun, give me a drink
Pour it on up and get out of the way
You won′t light a stick of dynamite, and I'm about to blow you away
Pick yourself up, clean yourself off
Better learn to take a punch if you're gonna talk tough
Here′s a shovel and a plot, it′s a six-foot deep kinda day
You can dig your own damn grave

Just wanna let you know that you're sittin′ in my chair
Last album was The Throne, this is War bitch I dare
You just skinned that smoke wagon, see what happens if you do
Blowin' smoke, actin′ cool, 'til I smack you out your boots (out your boots)
Put you out your misery, say when
Read your eulogy, close your casket, amen
If you wanna do dirt, better know how to dig it
And I might die too, but you′re dyin' first, get it


Carve your name on a stone, couple dates, RIP
Tell the devil that I'm bringin′ hell with me when I see him
I got two guns on me and that′s all I need
You gon' do somethin′ about it or just stand there and bleed
Damn right you're scared, I can see it in your eyes
Too slow on the draw, that′s the reason that he died
So you better think again if you thought you were safe
'Cause you′re lookin' like somebody just walked over your grave

Give me a gun, give me a drink
Pour it on up and get out of the way
You won't light a stick of dynamite, and I′m about to blow you away
Pick yourself up, clean yourself off
Better learn to take a punch if you′re gonna talk tough
Here's a shovel and a plot, it′s a six-foot deep kinda day
You can dig your own damn grave