No singing at my funeral, I stand to see you break down, So when I die, place me in my face down. Don't wanna hear no preachin' all that rafa tazz, Place me face down so you can and kiss my black azz. Leave me butt naked but don't it a closed coffin, 'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often. But tell that singin', We Shall Overcome, to it, I make faces out of place so you oughta it. Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me, kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery. I hear some hummin' and some singin' sad songs, did I go wrong, sad songs last long. I can hear the preacher sayin' good things me,(Esham!) People cryin' as they my obituary. little baby, don't say a word, Sometimes it's best to be and not heard. For of you who don't know, For of you who don't know, For those of you who know, I hate sad songs, so no at my funeral. He was so. he was a child. He was a child. Why did he to go? Well the same ole sad song, I that mad song, I say it won't last long, y'all be strong. Layin' on my I can see all the misery, accompany, I can hear you but I'm dead so sing to me. Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you another cry, And I'm just another guy who die Please believe, so sing to me, Just let me be and rest in peace. It's like a one way ticket to and I bought one, for sale but a cold and I caught one. For those of you who know, I sad songs so no singing at my funeral. He was a boy, Why he gotta play the of death. He up! Oh shit, he up! Up's a daisy, for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I shit up. no singin' so get that shit straight, Bitches go about me so they masturbate. No at my funeral, to let you know, Esham's hoe and never so so. The black devil get's in the joint, And fuck the at east point. Young mutha ass rebel, Call me or the black devil. Esham's ain't to fuck with, And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick. niggas still dyin' to be down, With a furobred, can't fuck around. It get hectic to make your heart sick, I 'em up quick just like a candle stick, I'm not a so fuck politics, I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic. But I'ma set all shit aside, I'm not blond hair or blue like Bonnie & Clyde. I'ma you for a joy ride, And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get eyed. stains all on the rhythm for you punk, Nigga die, when I the funk. Suckas always me, To put a gun to they head and take out they misery. It ain't no off my back, get done whether white or black. I try but I hesitate, 'cause if I do a like you, be up state. Kill or not to kill is like I know, But if you go you gotta go. Ain't no for all that, dead and take two to the forehead. Nobody knows when gonna go, So if you go, I guess you betta not know. I you better listen to me, We all get something out of and that's a guarantee. Whether or rich, you wanna know why, Life's a bitch, because we to die.