Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Funeral, artist - Swizz Beatz. Album song One Man Band Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Motown Records Release;
Song language: English
The Funeral |
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck relaxing |
I ant been to a funeral since Jackson |
Known shit |
I ant going to my own shit |
Trying to figure out what the fuck they calling me for? |
It’s a death detour |
Kinda funny |
Could it be my mom trying to kill me for insurance money? |
(Whoa whoa whoa) Hold up let me clear that up I ant saying my mother killed me |
for insurance money but uhh, that’s the story… anyway |
That chick who went killed her parents and got rich |
Set their house on fire then watched them lynch |
Ever since its been nothing but black clouds and black cats |
And every night I see a old man with black slacks |
An ex preacher rapes his niece but who cares |
For 15 years I ran down the stairs he disappears |
But I often |
Smell a coffin |
Before I hop in it (deaths calling) |
Ain’t no stopping it |
Maybe death is coming cause they did things different |
Like killed you in your crib right in front of your infants |
Right next to the crib, with the blood on the bib |
They energize like the generator throw you down the incinerator |
I’m no imitator |
I’m straight veil for it black and got a hole in it |
When I fell through |
But I must you tell you |
Ain’t shit they can do to me that hasn’t been done under the dirt |
I’m under the gun |
I’m not ganna run |
So pull your four four out your holsters (holsters) |
Cock back one time and call ghostbusters |
I know hustlers that been killed for spilt like Obi dressed in silk |
I thought he was built till his brain flew |
Should of seen the way his head tilt |
Poor Papi |
I wonder how he filled up in the autopsy |
(I'm glossy) looking like a fossil up in heaven singing gospel |
While I’m at home with these wearing rosary beads |
Those his keys? |
Should have been given to me |
So I can flip’em in a dream |
Bail straight outta Hell and move to Fort Lauder dale |
Where death can’t tell if your dead or alive |
I’ve seen many shot and stab and some survived |
The funeral, Man the funeral |