| Crank up your headphones listen to the top shot
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| Rip out my headstone throw it through a cop shop
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| Take my skeleton rob bank smoke rocks
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| Blud I’m dead though you can’t keep me locked up
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| Immortalized I ain’t gonna be forgot
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| Put my record down when your eyes bloodshot
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| This ain’t a grave it’s a rave a hot shot
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| So rock a boombox on my plot
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| So when I die, when I pass away
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| Just turn the volume up and put that boombox on my grave
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| And when I die, I won’t fade away
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| Just turn the volume up and put that boombox on my grave
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| Well here’s something, they always bury people in suits
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| But when you lay me down a Hawaiian shirt will do
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| Or better yet, just throw me in the ocean and screw
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| Take the whole damn wake out for Indian food
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| And for the rest?
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| An unmarked grave will do
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| As long as they lay me down next to you
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| And on our anniversary girl we won’t need flowers
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| Just put a boombox on that grave of ours
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| Cause in heaven or hell we’ll be cheek to cheek
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| So let’s get this started
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| Pretty little girl come and dance with me
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| Come and move your leg come and dance with me
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| If you feel alright come and dance with me
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| Up into the night |