Testi:
Bury Your Dead 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

to 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

long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead

red 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

bust a nine mutha fuckas find nine's under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel Mobb material scratch off the serial number fuckin balistic so roll to the riches fuck

you're little ax, or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play your final hand You don't know enigma An attempt to bury the

dead are not theirs to take, fuck their reality. I seek revenge. Fuck their stupidity, your death will be avenged. My princess is not their dead slave

the turbulence Of your subservient Purple pin dinosaur Final pause dying to sign up on your Security blanket Minus stuffy sinus Mindless timeless flows Your whoobies gone You find what? Your