| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| Do you wanna know about the box
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| A casket with padlocks
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| Broken off the hinge, bitch, eat a cock
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| Buried in the earth then forgotten about
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| Feelin’good like a mothafucka first day out
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| Took air in my lungs, been awhile since I did so Smoked me a blunt, fucked a hood rat ho Kill a couple niggas, smack a couple bitches
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| Runnin’mothafuckas for the rips and they riches
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| Ain’t shit changed but the month and year
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| Broke mothafuckas scrounging for squares and beers
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| Pigs scatter on the street when the dead man arise
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| Real muthafuckin’killas never gon’die
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| Sleepin’in the casket, awoke by a strange sound
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| Break the hinge and rise up from the cold ground
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| I could be deamin', what the fuck is with my head
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| 6 feet deep and I’m surrounded by the dead
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| I hear a noise, someone’s cryin’my name
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| How should I react, am I just goin’insane?
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| All my thug niggas hold it down on the streets
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| And watch these muthafuckas on they grave robbin’spree
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| Froze in my box, hearin’people chatter up above
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| They sayin’can ya kick the do’up? |
| I’m still stuck
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| I’m dead as shit, I know where I’m at now
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| Chillin’with the dead, one with the underground
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| So why these niggas out fuckin’with my grave?
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| I got a maggot face and my skin’s decayed
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| Break thru the door to unlock the mystery
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| Got my grave plot holdin’on for my eternity
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| Doors is open, pull on up by a force
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| Lay my body on the ground, slam the casket door
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| Crowded by both figures
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| And the grave diggers
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| And the shadow of the demon gettin’bigger
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| Comin’for my soul, surrounded me with candles
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| Came to release me to His handles
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| First sacrifice over to the demon
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| That’s why I’m a killa any season
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| Watch me clueless when I was alive
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| Happy with a muthafucka till the day I died
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| Now they callin’me back to walk with the dead
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| Anyone disagree catch a slug to the head
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| A muthafucka come equipped with a shotgun
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| And naggots on my face, so run bitch run
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| Dead man hauntin', no time for escape
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| When you hear the gun cock, bitch, it’s too late
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket
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| In the casket
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| HELL YEAH!
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| In the casket |