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
been found and your whip's slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn [horn noise
your soul fly [Chorus] Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep Wake me up before I'm dead Don't bury me with monsters in my head,
dead Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED [Lil Wayne] Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble muthafucker, tough luck And we gon fuck
right now I?m in the fuckin hearse, And it ain?t my night to get buried in the dirt But it is your day to get buried by a verse, It?ll be another ten
The Game] Drive fast, both hands on the dash Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the fuckin
Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm goin
: [The Game] I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in your Jeep, leave a nigga sleep Now you six feet deep over bullshit
by the ATF You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs My bad, that's your wife? Fuck your life Anyway
let your soul fly [Chorus:] Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep Wake me up before I'm dead Don't bury me with monsters in my head
on have you lost it? Where?s your head? Where?s your head? Where?s your head? Where?s your head? Is it buried in the sand? Up your arse? Are you brain dead
dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your
rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your
got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care
dead thugs Gettin buried in riches Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin bitches Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to fuck
I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid bris and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick