Lyrics:
Carbonized bodies
Melting human slag
Picked up by coroners
With vomitive disgust
Vestiges of the slaughter
Dismembered trunks
Collective coffins
For
the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin' all these rap niggas
Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin' funeral
2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
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Hellish reaping screams
Rise from the sulpher
Two horned hooven beast
Consume holy flesh
Diabolical feast
Raise the funeral pyres
Scent of burning
or 2Pac
But be yourself and maybe you'll be too hot
But don't think you the shit
Because I'll be around to scoop
You up real quick
I'll put you in my
one
(It's a scandal! it's a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine,
Yeah, yeah, it's a surprise funeral
I kill em by surprise
I kill em by surprise
I kill em by surprise
the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma
featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker
(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me
and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns, they blaze away
and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
[Chorus]
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged;
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
funeral. Children of night
"Welcome in funeral. Sleeping is my child"
The master burn the corpse in the damned grave
My face was painted by light
a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach
(Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin'
(Blaow) ran through the east, like
Who
Riding on my bicycle
Got knocked down by a motorcycle
In front of a motor vehicle
Luckily, I was Jah Jah disciple
I lay on the ground I was so
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
sempre no movimento rap e a minha vida eu vejo muitos rappers qui já desistiram vou morrer no Rap come BIG e 2Pac minha evolução vás vos dar um grande
This song will become the anthem of your underground.
You're two floors down getting high in the back room.
If I flooded out your house, do you
the dirt with the worms
The results of the colds pack funeral homes
You know the names cause we tatooin' 'em on
I'm gone just cruisin' back 2 in
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
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