Piss On Your Grave by The Coup
Piss On Your Grave by The Coup

Piss On Your Grave

The Coup * Track #13 On Steal This Album

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Piss On Your Grave by The Coup

Release Date
Tue Nov 10 1998
Performed by
The Coup
Produced by
Boots Riley
Writed by
Boots Riley
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Boots' viciously funny revenge fantasy about, um, doing the titular action on people who deserve it, including our first President. For the full comic experience, listen to the skit that proceeds this song on the album, which climaxes with Boots pissing on the still-warm body of fictional tycoon “P...

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Piss On Your Grave Lyrics

[Hook]
Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

[Verse 1 - Boots Riley]
While you was eating T-bone steaks in palatial estates
Ornate with gates that automate
So those you hate could only spectate
I was kissing my mate
Through iron grates while the guards wait
50 cent rate for making license plates

My Paper Mate pen shake
Vibrate from 808 quakes over breaks dug outta crates
That sag from weight of the vinyl plates
Girls work till they back ache
And they breasts can't lactate
You're laughing to the bank
Smiling, showing all your plaque flakes

Contesting, contesting 1,2,3
Never shoulda been put in the penitentiary
Boots from The Coup would like to say
I'll shove these food stamps down your throat
Just to block your airway

And that's the fair way 'cause every day you're on a moolah mission
Military killing millions till you're low on ammunition
Bodies beyond recognition, twist in complex positions
Then their kids work in your factories and die of malnutrition

See, your net profit stats hold some murderous facts
But if you listen to the news you mighta heard it was blacks
You got us herded in shacks, I got the pertinent tax
How 'bout the one for when I bust my ass and you relax

I'll hit your head with an axe, play soccer with your brain
To make it official, slice your jugular vein
Still writing songs that my mama could sang
And if you feel some yellow drips on your skull, it ain't rain

[Hook]
Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

[Verse 2]
That bitch ass on the front of a buck never gave a fuck
He forced his black women slaves to give him dick sucks
And when he'd bust a nut, he'd laugh and cackle
Let the leather whip crackle, send 'em back to pick tobacco shackled

Wouldn't give 'em nil, so his homies stacked bills
Fought on flat lands and hills to keep the British out the till
Scrill kept Washington dumping 'em in ditches
So slave owning son of a bitches could keep their riches

Which is how the war got funded with two centuries of juice
Of black slaves bodies and the profits they produced
You could deduce that these men might win
Fit right in, and make rights then
Just for rich white men

So they quit fighting and wrote up a declaration
Protective decoration for they business operations
A gorilla pimping nation, no freedom, just savage
The whole world's ravaged from their hunger for the cabbage

Your fifth period history teacher telling lies like a tweaker
Bump this song through the speaker, watch they face get weaker
'Less they righteous and they kicking the facts
They gon' smile cause this shit is on wax
One thing I gots to ask

George Washington, down in hell can you see me?
I'm standing on your grave and I'm finsta take a pee-pee

[Interlude]
Tour guide: Excuse me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Boots: No, I said, "I love it here in D.C"
Tour guide: Well, anyway folks, continuing on with the tour
We're here at the Arlington National Cemetary
Behind all of you, right where the gentleman with the Afro is standing
Is the grave of America's first and greatest hero, our first President

George Washingt..
[Sound of pissing]
Ooh uh uh
[Cameras click]

[Hook]
Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

[Verse 3]
Knock knock, motherfucker, yes once again
I'll make you pay for your sins in the trunk of your Benz
See, you's an always fitted, always acquitted parasitic leech
Can't be burned off my back with no fiery speech

Your hands is soft as a peach 'cause you ain't never did work
Been rich ever since your daddy's dick went squirt
Have you ever hurt from your back?
Ducked from rat-a-tat-tats?
Seen your mama on crack? Lived in a Pontiac?

Drank baby Similac so you could have protein
Just for enough energy to hustle up some mo' green?
I could paint some mo' scenes verging on the obscene
But I'd rather show up at your palace with a mob scene

I spoke to my accountant, who spoke to my attorney
Who counseled my financial advisor on a gurney
It's about fifty dollars, and that's almost like a sale
'Cause it costs too damn much to let your rich ass inhale

True liberation ain't no word in the head
I'm yelling, "Murder 'em dead!" for some fish, steak and bread
You pay me 10 g's a year, I pay you fifteen million hundred?!
Sorry, you just ain't in the budget
Look at the birdie, now

[Hook]
Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

Uhh
I wanna piss on your grave
Make me feel alright
Ya, ya, yow

Piss On Your Grave Q&A

Who wrote Piss On Your Grave's ?

Piss On Your Grave was written by Boots Riley.

Who produced Piss On Your Grave's ?

Piss On Your Grave was produced by Boots Riley.

When did The Coup release Piss On Your Grave?

The Coup released Piss On Your Grave on Tue Nov 10 1998.

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