Lyrics:
[Spoken:]
Funeral Directors of America, I am very deeply honored standing here;
Receiving this token of your esteem, "The Funeral Director
Yuh
Dr. Pepper
Tracks on BandLab no Dexter
Yessir
I'm an expert
Murdering this beat I'm a funeral director
Dr. Pepper is the best soda
Can is ice
And nobody knew
Nobody knew
That the flowers were furnished by the funeral parlor
And the whole thing was paid for by the funeral director
Who poisoned
is a company collector
I`d like to be his funeral director
[Chorus]
Please don`t turn around
of this boredom is a compliment collector
I'd like to be his funeral director
Chorus
Please don't turn around
he keep you safe and warm
The funeral director got the contract when you were born
Come on my way, we got the warmest fire
Come on my way, I'll
to keep you entertained
But all the records suck
They wind you up, they drive you insane
This funeral director geezer
Comes not to bury Caesar
I only come
helping a woman out of the funeral home in her wheelchair with the funeral director. My son looks at me and goes, ha won't belong to their wiping your ass.
is so flagrant, but I been gettin' better
I done had more bodies than a funeral director
But I been gettin' better
I done shot up more niggas than
funeral director
Getting grilled like your last names Forman
Drip: lyfted performance
Yeah you speak but it's so boring
The boys we Dream while we snoring
I
did an EKG, Time lapsed they looked at us and said that it's a wrap, (can't do nothing) Call your funeral director they'll be here with a stretcher,
line.
Suffocation, heat, ecstasy and pain. Shaking hands with the funeral director. Flares from fireworks, a dying cigarette. Silk and cocaine. Fuzzy
as we pick a casket color
This funeral director act like we know each other
Aye pick white if you love her
She was an angel
Nigga shut up
My mother ain't
after bars, no lies!
Woo!
That's all three
Funeral directors don't chat to me
I know buried them effectively
But I'm not tryna do deals with you g
You
the spectre trajected by your funeral director
Garbage bag lard and fags, the smell reeks havok screaming burning flesh in hell, clawing at rotting boils
When
and beans
Latex, leather, lace
I've forgotten all my dreams
I swear
When I pass the old house on Tuesday morning
And the funeral directors all look
Just
tries to float
Children they cry
When they look eye to eye
Stay in your home
When the undertaker roams
Your town
The Funeral director is
maker
MR. honey taker
MR. funeral director
Turn a nigga off
MR. under taker
MR. i got em cheap
So you can call me
MR. wholesale
MR. its the for
"You'll have better luck as
A funeral director
Than playing in a band that doesn't matter
Think of the long term and where
You want to be
‘Cause your plan
hand as light as birds
We'll go running up that hill
The funeral directors' trade show crowd
Strangles parking so you drive a while
Past streets
miss funeral director
'Cause you body everybody this is a push
You ain't no killer
But you slaying these bitches
Continue to push
Thought it was over
House of Beauty" wouldn't stand a chance with them
The chairman of this boredom is a compliment collector
I'd like to be his funeral director
Born in
while im at my sentencing
Fuck a cell and the system that was built for us to fail
Too solid to turn frail I'm the funeral director selling caskets
miss funeral director
'Cause you body everybody this is a push
You ain't no killer
But you slaying these bitches
Continue to push
Thought it was over
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