time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes
'm prepared to die, before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, so before I flee I open fire let the lord pick
type to bust open your brain with a drain pipe It ain't right, but I don't give a uh Me and Punisher, contemplate your death like the governor A red
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
body hauled away in a hearse Death is the reality Life it lies in a dormant grave It's off to the funeral home Isn't it great? Death in the embalmer'
next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher He had a notion as he laid there soakin' He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and
(Koopsta Knicca) I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch This little short young niggas in them caskets You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed
Was Disfigured Using Acid Entrails Ripped Out From Her Cunt Clear Signs Of Rape Fucked After Death [Chorus:] Rage And Affliction In The Funeral Small White Caskets
merged [solo: "Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath] Embalmed with septic mung Capillaries choked with dung A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral
grave By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave SLAVE TO THE CASKET SLAVE TO THE CASKET SLAVE TO THE CASKET SLAVE TO THE CASKET Though
an unquenchable addiction, To walk hand in hand with death, Exhumed to transcend the walls of the coffin, And search for newly rotted flesh... Casket
And I`m proud to do my part In making your passing cum laude I orgasm in the open casket Wanking on your wake, Writhing on the slab, With each liberty
the casket at last my vein-popping cock is solid as a rock and is ready to blast with a swing of my axe, i quickly crack the coffin lid open wide the
niggas 'bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we could sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas 'bout to open
avoid them cops on the block Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks This ghetto got me thinkin about death When will it stop Either you punch the clock Or you open
shallow breaths and wait for people's reaction / It was funny at first, but I had to hold my laughter...wait / Before long I was on display at an open casket
and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us, ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life
Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize Westside, Death