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a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
Caught another body, buy another coffin
(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin
(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin
We burn shit down,
insincere

Django,
You drag your coffin around
You drag your coffin around
You drag your coffin around
Django,
You drag your coffin around
All around
Pardon this coffin, please step aside
Pardon this coffin, my brother just died
Now don't you give me no ornary look or I'll knock you down
I'm taking
in it
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in
My sweetheart is gone and I'm so lonely
He said that he and I were through
I started out drinking for pastime
Driving nails in my coffin over you
God bless the coffin they carry me off in
God bless the coffin they carry me off in
They carry me off in

I've walked amongst the living dead
And I'm
Southside Chicago will think of him often
Talking about Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin

That casket, it
A cold mephitic stiff
Raising mahogany 
Coffin upon coffin
Into the dead I shove my meat
Coffin upon coffin 
Into a rotting heap 
Malodorous liquid
Southside Chicago will think of him often
Talkin' 'bout Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin

That casket, it
My sweetheart is gone and I'm so lonely
He said that he and I were through
I started out drinkin' for pastime
Drivin' nails in my coffin over you
Could be a nail in my coffin and I don't need another one
Could be a nail in my coffin and Lord knows I ain't ready yet
Could be a nail in my coffin
Job's coffin looks down
Job's coffin looks down

To see what mankind
Is gonna do

There is a grid
Of
Disempowerment

All forces
Are being
My sweetheart is gone and I'm so lonely
He said that he and I were through
I started out drinkin' for pastime
Drivin' nails in my coffin over you
A man of the world, but lost in a dream
You look at something from a different angle
But I exist waiting for you
In a coffin made of glass

Kiss
a coffin, sir
'Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfucking nine and get it on

Mr. Officer, crooked
coffin over you
I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin 
Every time I drink a bottle of booze
I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin, Lord 
I'm drivin' those
coffin over you
I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin 
Everytime I drink a bottle of booze
I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin, Lord 
I'm drivin' those
I see they're low'ring a right new coffin,
I see they're letting down a right new coffin,
Way over in that union burying ground.

And the new
a coffin, sir
'Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfucking nine and get it on

Mr. Officer, crooked
Coffin car, she's riding a coffin car
People watching her with tender eyes
Friends whispering in kindly words
Children running, waving hands
to a nigga, I'ma toss it
She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it
Boss nigga, boss shit, I got boss dick
Fresh fast done, fuck a coffin
She throw it
You were laying on the carpet
Like you're satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.

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