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To those here's a rose keep the casket closed
        Gone and in check
        The next is from the X
        Wrecked and affected by the rest huh
but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck, duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No
but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck, duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No
ground 
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down 
Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis 
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this phantom, swear I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to ferguson with this german luger
fast foods, that’s how it goes
Months got us surpassing, every hood says your casket’s closed
Okay, and if you missed us, we’ve been right under your
still the same

[Verse 2]
The way I deliver these verses
Tends to keep the song alive
All the weak shit crumble only the strong survive
And with that in
To those who closed their eyes,
Thinking they'd be better off...for now.
To those who felt that the gods kept them from getting out,
This town.

To spite
baby, don't say a word
Mama's going to have to get a casket reserved
But if your body is too decomposed
The coffin door will have to stay closed
at
Greets me with a smile, told him "Here keep that"
Next week got a call from his wife
Said somebody done took son life
She said

[Chorus: x2]
"Who
blast him right
Hit him in the face and hear that closed casket tight
Get it right it aint nothing but ending it to a nigga
Street sweeper like
Gunfire now they require may be closed casket
Who can you blame? it's insane what we dare do
Witness an evil that these men do, bitches in, too
In fact
her out with a bit of mustard

Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach
casket the Scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose
Who knows that hate 
That goes behind closed doors
With corpses froze in six foot holes
Wicked throws
game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First forty-eight, they don't find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take
laughed
We laughed till tears ran down my face

Oh, but, my man, you're someone else's man
And that ain't the man that I want
But you keep drawing me in
game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First forty-eight, they don't find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take
keep it on and shockin' the place
Keep it on, keep it on and shockin' the place
Let me drive you to suicide

Once I decide that I don't want to live no
like I buck you in your head and your grill out your face

So when they come to your funeral the casket's closed
The secrets that you keep are never
muthafucking asses
Closed casket toward those that want to have it
Fuck a speech make peace in the street with automatics
I'm starvin like marvin niggas so fuck
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
with no
Home freeze and they pump for quarters. I am talkin' about a world of peace,
With no mo' closed caskets if you know rows like most of my homies
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet