Swizz Beatz - The Funeral Lyrics
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, ***** relaxingI ant been to a funeral since JacksonKnown shitI ant going to my own shitTrying to figure out what the ***** they calling me for?It’s a death detourKinda funnyCould it be my mom trying to kill me for insurance money?(Whoa whoa whoa) Hold up let me clear that up I ant saying my mother killed me for insurance money but uhh, that’s the story… anywayThat chick who went killed her parents and got rich,Set their house on fire then watched them lynch,Ever since its been nothing but black clouds and black cats,And every night I see a old man with black slacksAn ex preacher rapes his niece but who cares,For 15 years I ran down the stairs he disappearsBut I often,Smell a coffinBefore I hop in it (deaths calling)Ain’t no stopping itMaybe death is coming cause they did things different,Like killed you in your crib right in front of your infantsRight next to the crib, with the blood on the bib.They energize like the generator throw you down the incineratorI’m no imitator,I’m straight veil for it black and got a hole in itWhen I fell throughBut I must you tell youAin’t shit they can do to me that hasn’t been done under the dirtI’m under the gunI’m not ganna runSo pull your four four out your holsters (holsters)***** back one time and call ghostbustersI know hustlers that been killed for spilt like Obi dressed in silkI thought he was built till his brain flewShould of seen the way his head tiltPoor PapiI wonder how he filled up in the autopsy(I’m glossy) looking like a fossil up in heaven singing gospelWhile I’m at home with these wearing rosary beadsThose his keys?Should have been given to meSo I can flip’em in a dreamBail straight outta Hell and move to Fort Lauder daleWhere death cant tell if your dead or aliveI’ve seen many shot and stab and some survivedThe funeral, Man the funeral
