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Bury Your Dead So Fucking Blues

thang, and I thought you knew Boy, you can't fuck with the crew Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth Goldy's bout to explode, I put your

of your prayer Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys

I close his eye Them nigga with the indeg Shoot him up with two tens Don't give a fuck who flex Now ask these blue I'm gonnask these blue chick Chorus

forbidden like pig You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig Raise your sword and praise the Lord Enrage the war on this wicked society Raise your sword and

Sa-cri-fice We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice We could take your body to the

Dead People I See Dead People I See Dead People I See Dead People Welcome to the cemetery wonder what i se? This one here died from HIV I See Dead

East Coast I bury now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it So niggaz started grillin' me Like they was gon' take my things So

choices, Your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so

I'm a Porno star in a marble spa in panama Needed a break so I bout my boss Needed a lake so I bout a house Needed sex so I bout a spouse Until this