[Intro] Yeah Talk slick, teeth grit, blood mist Still grin in the grave, boy Still grin in the grave [Verse 1] Came up out the pine box, mud on my chain Sharp tongue, carve names in the side of your brain Rust belt grind with the Bible Belt slang Mix codeine smoke with a hurricane I’m the cracked church glass, crooked-eyed deacon Pitchfork preacher, every Sunday I’m schemin' Body bag etiquette, zip then I’m leavin' Tag on your toe like a signed agreement Backroad reaper with the city-boy aim Turn a drive-by scene to a picture in a frame I don’t talk online, I just stalk online Drop a pin, pop up like a chalk outline Skin peeled back, that’s a Halloween smile Put a nail in your casket, call it “southern style” Every punchline bite like a copperhead coil Mouth spit venom, heart drip motor oil [Chorus] We some graveyard grinners, claws on the dinner Fork in your fate, every loss make us richer (yeah) Laugh in the dark, that’s a real cold shimmer Teeth flash bright, make the whole block shiver Graveyard grinners, carve our initials All on your door like a pack of late missiles Pray if you want, but the chalk line thinner Still we gon’ smile like some graveyard grinners (grinners) [Verse 2] I’m the porch light flick when the wind feel wrong Boots on your steps, that’s a death-head song Every knock on the door got a punchline tucked Every “bless your heart” mean your luck run up Country boy crafty, city boy cruel Stuff your whole squad in a kiddie pool (splash) Bleach on the floor, can’t rinse my name I tattoo pain on the side of your brain Got a mouth like a trap, every word set teeth Once I sink in, you don’t ever get free I’m the southbound hearse on a one-way street With a rusted plate that just say “EAT” Sip red mud from a styrofoam chalice Crown made of barbed wire, call that balance If hell got a gate, I’m the landlord there Take souls as rent, pay in pure despair [Chorus] We some graveyard grinners, claws on the dinner Fork in your fate, every loss make us richer Laugh in the dark, that’s a real cold shimmer Teeth flash bright, make the whole block shiver Graveyard grinners, carve our initials All on your door like a pack of late missiles Pray if you want, but the chalk line thinner Still we gon’ smile like some graveyard grinners (yeah) [Outro] Still grin in the grave Dirt on my tongue, still sharp when it sway If you scared, say a name, we appear, we obey Then we drag you out the light Let the grinners parade
