Lyrics:
destroying, my skin crawls
Unseen, my body fights a war
Dig deep the healthy flesh
My miserable remnant
Ruined by this ruthless waste
Paying my penance
to the people
Then I will meet you at the funeral
Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual
Further mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes
When
my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by
car
Or catchin' him slippin' at his own tip
I shoot the muthafucka up
To make sure his cap is peeled (right)
And shoot his friends at the funeral
Waitin' at a stoplight yesterday
As a funeral procession made its way through the gates
I watched it roll up a windin' road through the field
on my corner is owned by an Arab
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause some nigga's don't like
of quarter
Time out time in
Resume the slaughter
Great Barrier funeral wreath
Dead algae no air to breathe
Ruthless beyond belief
Sanity screams stop thief
Now the funeral grounds are at last awash
With the blackness of this frigid autumn night
I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in
sphincter opens
now nothing's left...
another funeral dropping like flies tearful good-byes
together mourners lean on each other
no control too late to hear
Alright, you bitches
So I have to come give you bitches
This push, bitch, by Fantasia, bitch
This is a push, bitch, you know what?
I know they ain't
and touch the skies
at electric funerals no one ever cries
bring black orchids on my wedding day
the sabbath is bloody
but who am I to say?
it's
owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
Old friend, it's me and you again
And oh boy, as me and you rejoice
Yeah, I can't help thinkin' 'bout the way we joked
In those funeral homes,
struggle to get by
Shoot nuns, nothing said
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five
You a pussy
I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives
I keep the ratchet
withered by your naivety
The scent that I perceive comes from words
Which escaped your mouth of flies
Selfish, fetid romance
You lick the shit of this
invalidate the mind reading smile
Now ask yourself quietly, you're a bright breathing funeral
Was it worth all the agony, your last fairy tale?
Scribble out
He blew a kiss, it missed me by a mile
I caught your smile at the funeral
It wasn't as white as the wedding
We on our knees, oh, darlin' please
hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missile and snap a bone tissue
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
Incase
"We probably gonna get killed by tryin' to be like somebody else"
(Repeat)
Yes yes y'all (y'all)
And you don't stop (stop)
Once I start up my mind,
[Turk]
Can ya picture a lil nigga like me straight thug'n
Hotter than fire, hotter than somethin that's in tha oven
Tha G-Code I live by everyday
Cadaverous corporal constitution
Future lies in decay
Extreme unction
Sacrament of death
Mortality destiny
Inevitable in humanity
Funeral oration
at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys
to gravestones. Take you
Somewhere safe.
Sirens (I am) Blaring (Failing) Echo through the trees (rest in peace)
Silence (Silent) Waiting (Funeral) (Procession)
Two
in the hood selling drugs again
'Till they get locked up by cops in the dungeons
And all of my brothers that’s gonna look up to them
Hoping they save
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