're deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - open casket Life will
Translation: Death. Open Casket.
re deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never
can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never be the same Death can never be explained It's their
heartfelt goodbyes My death march is here, tell me who's gonna ride (Ride with me, ride with me, ride) Hold me high, Gucci suit and tie (Yeah) Let my casket
we grindin' We criminally minded, I'll squeeze ya blindly Body parts deteriorated when they find ya Here's your death certificate, might as well sign
of his orders from the captain. General, when i was young, i got drafted. Sent me to the army of brooklyn, those bastards. Full of soldiers, my homies lay in caskets
the backseat of Trigg's Lexus Teardrops and closed caskets Will I forever be alone? (Teardrops and closed caskets) (Teardrops and closed caskets) Will I forever be alone? (Teardrops and closed caskets
shine dead right Get ready to be turned you into food for fishes And leave behind upset crying senior citizens Crying on the shit again Shotgun Charlemagne The boss still open
rappin to pay my lawyer for creatin a witness I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin's a bad habit They say it always take you to your casket, but fuck death
are open, I wanna know where I'm going Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns I
the city where they definitely lost it You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait Pretty corpse in casket
enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
shoulda killed me as a baby And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin' crazy Forgive me, they wanna see me in my casket And if I don't blast
up your death date, with a tre-8 special It's way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers Split your ass open like pinata Loadin' up like
four pound line, a thirty eight special With AK shells through your Teflon vest too Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out The pastor's back out, the casket
thuggin' 'cause that's just the life we lead We gon' die thuggin', bustin' at our enemies Bustin' at our foes for the sake of being riders Till the casket
