Search results for 'Rotten Casket'

Cuddling a casket, rotting limbs in baskets
We will never leave again
Cuddling a casket, rotten limbs in baskets
We will never live again

Cuddling a casket

Black night
Black eyes 
Bent mind
Bent lies
Lit hair
Lit cry
Who want to live
Who wants to die
Rotten milk
Rotten start
Empty casket
Empty heart

and anybody turnt homicide to a hobby
But I fear God and I know the devil he can't stop me
Niggas plotting how to drop me, but soon we gon' be rotten in

song
But Baby you'd be wrong
The only love inside this casket
Rotten to the bone
So yeah I'm gone,
To flee the bleeding light
Got nothing left to keep my

Nothing but an option
Sitting in my open casket rotten
Do I leave here, and someday be forgotten
Or do I return
My coffin become reserved

And all

never droppin', stop it
Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang gang
Body rotten
Gucci sweats while casket shopping
I'm possessed,

with you
Until the day I lay in a casket with the rotten tissue
If I die before we make it, keep this shit alive
We've been killing it for years, are

heart
Which so long had been
A casket, empty
Of rotten wood carven
To wander alone the asphodel vale
I could not her forsake
Wreathed in her scent

the wretched and forgotten 
Death existing in corrispondence 
Soulless eyes layered in blackness 
Elevating the doors of every casket 

Parasitic embalming

your career could be catching a casket
Tragic
Dirty
Rotten
Rancid
Pussy prancing, faggot actors
Lying in them raps you crafting
Capping
You ain't bout

I Want You Dead

Brooke Valentine

Chain Letter

2005

of everything
But now you've changed you're my worst enemy
I'd rather see you in the cemetery
Gagging, boxed up, full of maggots
Rotten bones in a wooden casket

High 'Til I Die

2Pac

Sunset Park

1996

High 'Til I Die 
Loced 'Til they smoke me 
The Shit don't stop 
Til my casket drop 

I'm High 'Til I Die 
Loced 'Til they smoke me 
The Shit

High 'Til I Die

2Pac

Sunset Park [Clean]

1996

High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The S*** don't stop
'Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The S*** don't

Flesh rotten and
Yes yes you can bring your friends
Let's not pretend
That you're ever gonna live again
Back for revenge
The revenge of the gibby dead

In the land of the forgotten
Hustle Town going rotten
There stood a lonely warrior
Last name Hernandez
Land of the forgotten
Hustle Town going rotten

my head
Before I'm dead and buried in my casket

I woke up in a haste, more like enraged
Cause I only hear hate in this town we call the sank
You can

Caskets
pounded and splintered 'til they bust, Flesh, bone and casket give way, It
smashes to ashes, crushed to dust, Shattering the decrepit grip

Started from the bottom
I'm from where the Apple's rotten (Big Apple)
Seen Homies fall like Autumn
Hollow tips ripping through cotton (Bur)

I gotta

stitches
And ending up in your ditches
You left me rotten, forgotten
And now you think I owe riches bitch?
Cause honey I can't cover up just how shitty you

Exhume to Consume

Carcass

Symphonies of Sickness

drool as I consume

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What

Body rot body rot
Droppin em off in a coffin they body flop
Put em up into a casket its death everlasting
As soon as they heartbeat stop
Waiting for

drool as I consume

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What

drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What

Simple mathematics, all it takes is one OG with a semi-automatic
Clap back these addicts, erase, eradicate and eliminate
Leave them rotten with