Bury Your Fucking Dead.
I never said that I was a fucking poet I never tried to be something, I knew I'd never be There's no use in pretending, no use in pretending I'll tell
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece One nigga beamin, faggot ass Lay on the floor ya fuck! Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
your jewels are like a menu And trust me nigga we intend to eat Fuck around and cross that I-395 You just run into a bunch of dead end streets Niggas
Verse 2:] When you first died niggas set around your momma all day But since your funeral them niggas ain't went that fucking way Thought when you die your
't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside
it's the way you spread a lotta rumour fodder Keepin' all your little spies and leavin' when you realise Step up, fairy I guess it's time to bury your
your bullshit... Is this what you want?! This is where it begins This is where it ends This is where it begins And this is where it ends They called us a Dead
and raw! Chorus [Violent J] We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya takin' care of ya we the scrarier tha malaria I walk around your
highs out of the beat But never take the rucked out of the rhyme Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional Your whole style is promotional A dead
steady fuckin Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall on no hoe trap Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back.. .. I ain't no fuckin mark
't neither This is why I scream fuck the world not the people, Nope. Yes, but in the belly of the beast, people get swallowed like meat, eat. And your
her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world and nigga, and I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight
me dead Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D. Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we going to fuck
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody know Your
for my mayo Nobody be fucking wid Bone top platinum So ah, now that you got that album fool Tell me what in the fuck you gon' do wid it Stay drop and
yayo for my mayo Nobody be fucking wid Bone top platinum So ah now that you got that album fool Tell me what in the fuck you gon' do wid it Stay drop
