talk about give the readers something to talk about Saylor lake's got a mean howl careful at night better watch out! decorate her funeral with open wounds
like us that known too much Confused by the news stay glued to the streets Survival sources emergency forces Sweep thru to treat you from hurting Heats
rigid droves To haunt Her from their Shallow burials imposed When wolves exhumed Their carthen wombs Where heavy frosts had laboured long To bare their wounds
illusions, Gloomy premonitions of a funeral storm, His hatred sticked without respite, Filled by the suffering, the screams and the shocks Of these lower
there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come
( ? ) Spit 'em up and swallow slow I reload, clippin' your ass crack, you constantly blast back Payback from flashback, some bitches know Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro You was fucked from
I knew the shock of suddenly hearing from me after all these years was overwhelming and I was hoping that all the time that had passed would heal the deep wounds
the shock of suddenly hearing from me after all these years was overwhelming and I was hoping that all the time that had passed would heal the deep wounds
And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots I demand that you pay and stray from straight
to the cold dance watching the room grow old a funeral romance somewhere, someone's screaming that the world's gone smear me with your blood and let these
[Intro: Ice-T] Every year the same shit happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens
betta use it, thats all I gotta tell ya [Hook] [Verse 2:] If you aint from around here you betta keep ya doors locked With your windows wound up with
us out America the Beautiful, there's a funeral On every day of the month, tryin to get our knees up Huh, it's another chance under these circumstances
and swallow slow I reload, clippin' your ass crack, you constantly blast back Payback from flashback, some bitches know Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro You was fucked from
invoke the words of the dead Infestation of belief that promised broken lies These ties with the unholy came true before these eyes Take these hands