Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro
alone Hold hands and say it like me, the most shady Frankie baby, fantastic, graphic, tryin' to make dough Like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me
That means movie date, dinner date Lunch date, help me please My sheets is gone Long bread to the short bread, word is bond Meticulously pimpously serve the song
judge me Now that I'm gone None of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me Life dealt me a
soul to take 'cuz I'm ready for a funeral 'cuz I'm ready for a funeral (I'm ready for the funeral, I'm ready for the funeral)
an oppurtunity to ride up on me, Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cuz today I'm ridin' dirty, And if they stop me I might be going to jail tonight!
as sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me but They'll never figure me out, look at me now I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you
tryna' be all lockin' me Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me It's pure poetry, I got a lil' pock' in me Not internationally, they jockin' me
and hash-ay add gas and rap some And burn the place ya heard me Load up the ammo cock the back stove In the back door infrared low Tell me somethin'
rump don't fuck with steak Don't be jealous of me 'cause it's well known I could slip in a minute after hella songs Make one fake album and I'm through
'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song for me Sing a sad song for
off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around and do a whirl for me (
ready we sweaty, it's hot, it's off the chain We macin' and spewin' please Miss tell me what's ya name The way you move and them jeans made me happy
as sour as vinegar in their mouth See, they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you
[Chorus] La, La La La La, La La This is a song for my haters Y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah This is a song for my haters Ya'll got me feeling
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me and
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free America, the beautiful, suspect as usual Liberty and death, give me freedom on my funeral I walk across the
ignore 'em, a poor man talk I don't give a fuck if I throw my poor fans off Pathetic war done entered my brain And permanently changed me now I'm angry
