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A funeral is a ceremony connected with the final disposition of a corpse, such as a burial or cremation, with the attendant observances. Funerary customs comprise the complex of beliefs and practices used by a culture to remember and respect the dead, from interment, to various monuments, prayers, and rituals undertaken in their honor. Customs vary between cultures and religious groups. Funerals have both normative and legal components. Common secular motivations for funerals include mourning the deceased, celebrating their life, and offering support and sympathy to the bereaved; additionally, funerals may have religious aspects that are intended to help the soul of the deceased reach the afterlife, resurrection or reincarnation. The funeral usually includes … more »

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I can't let police through my door
I just need a minute, take that body off the floor
This shit get so hectic, I can't do this anymore
Body, weapon, weapon, body, weapon my décor
Don't get this shit twisted I'm still cleaner than before
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
I know some white boys that got ties wit' the police
I can drop like 12 bodies, act like they don't know me
But I don't talk to the police, f*ck that, they whole team
I'ma keep my mouth shut for some boy in blue try to hoe me
I know that he talk he is not me
I'ma f*ck around, and just pull up wit' that Tommy
I need like three white bitches on me, them hoes so naughty
I can't trust no hoe, wit my life, she ain't got me, got me
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
Big boss, top floor
F*ck up, you get shot hoe
Bitch, I been had that rocket on me like I'm Rondo
Number Nine, that boy follow trends until his numbers die
I might pull up in his fucking crib, like bitch who wanna die

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