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
'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
Tradução: Muerte. Open Casket.
on the ratchet And for the dope I'm gonna catch it) Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket My whole crew (got glocks on '
: (feat. San Quinn) [20 second instrumental to open] [San Quinn] Drama is real, like not wakin up I'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust Your
in the air tonight. but if you come back I'll be waiting with an open casket. I'll be waiting with an open casket to bury you alive. years of betrayal
t keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw
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
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 I'll be the victim of them bastards
War stories, funerals where feds be layin from a dreadful slayin Body viewing's at the wake Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket with his eyelids still open
beds; now you and death are newlyweds So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it Is it world the death or better life in a casket Destuction
carve thee wings. Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood. The hour approaches, when I shall lay a nest inside of you. Sliced open I lay
knife shall carve thee wings consumed by sickness, i ache to see your blood the hour approaches when i shall lay a nest inside of you sliced open i lay
: Deposition I'd lay to rest my being Solumn death march took in stride Funeration That was my elegy Open casket full of lies The last rites have
the guy named Q With blood stained clothes in my dining room Chewin on a cut off leg eatin people when they dead Eat their organs in some bread crack open
