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[ Intro ] Man it's been a long year. Working everyday just to drink a beer. [ verse ] Tired of working but he won't stop. Scared of Robert and his steel vaults. Gotta do setups for the city cops. Three wilburts and a straight drop. I'm not the one to rant and rave but y'all need to mark these damn graves. Over 20 years doing this shit. Can't even show a profit. Always helping the flower guy cause he's a fat Hobbit. Don't leave tracks on my grass or imma beat yo ass and imma send you a check cause I don't got cash. If it doesn't come, well you can kiss my bass. [ Chorus ] Work lil boy, work lil boy work. Gravedigger, gravedigger , gravedigger. Yardniggga, yardniggga, yardniggga. 80 hours a week just for 5 figures. Roberts little white toy action figure. Freddy pusser riding on his new gator. [ Verse 2 ] Man this shit is getting old. Living life just to go dig holes. Got 3 steels and it's a hundred degrees. And my Dodge truck barely has AC. Burying a 400 pound man named Bill Wade. Only spot at the cemetery with no shade. Man I'm sick of this shit. I swear I think I'm bout to quit. I just hope this song makes a big hit. Cause I'm at the end of my Wits. . [ chorus ] Work lil boy, work lil boy work . Gravedigger, gravedigger , gravedigger. Yardniggga, yardniggga, yardniggga, 80 hours a week just for 5 figures. Roberts little white toy action figure. Freddy pussser riding on his new gator.