A coffin is ugly A coffin is sad Destined to be One's last pad To lay in as a corpse For the rest of your life In another coffin, of course Next to you
Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva Closed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma, and yo, tell 'em how you feelin right now" I'll be glad when
He should never even see daylight again, never I have apologized publicly for the, for the mental ang For the mental stress and emotional stress that
[Chorus] Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline Flatline
Yeah, I gotta let these niggas know once again There ain't nothin' wicked like this here Wicked, wicked shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, so if you
[Esham] I know this bitch who like to suck on dick I call the hoe magic cause she's a trick Now this bitch I knew fucked my buddy Even though the pussy
What about death when it's done come and gone?" Now I lay me down to sleep before I go to bed Redrum was the word that a nigga said I'm dead, and
This goes out to all you chatty ass motherfuckers, wack motherfuckers, can't fuck with the mad motherfuckers, chatty ass motherfucker It ain't shit
im gettin brainwashed like everyday id rather be dead than fade away im gettin brainwashed like everyday id rather be dead than fade away im gettin
[Esham talking] The wicketshit continues After I told these niggaz to stay off my dick They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit Niggaz still
(Repeat 4x) I can hear my mother call Momma was a junkie and daddy was a playa Man I swear, I don't care About nothin', sometimes I'm rather be dead
I caught me a slug from a .45, now i gotta take a dive. I'm suicidal, I'm trying not to stay alive. Voices in my head keep tellin' me they wanna kill
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew Back from the dead once more again Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here
Woke up early Sunday mornin' And before I could get outta bed I got blood stains all on my t-shirt Last night my homie caught a slug in his head It
"We probably gonna get killed by tryin' to be like somebody else" (Repeat) Yes yes y'all (y'all) And you don't stop (stop) Once I start up my mind,
I know a freak, I used to put my mack down on her I used to boner her, make the other niggaz want her So Mona, that was the trick name She's a sick dame
[Dead Boy] Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes [Esham] Walkin on the
eulogy by Richard Pryor We are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the dearly departed, In other words the nigga dead