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
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let the taste blow yo' mind Sleepy niggas awake You're faker then a silicone titty with the shakes I makes mo' bounce to tha muthafuckin' ounce And Esham
[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
in the coffin and stretch'em, closed casket [Chorus] I said I dont wanna die with my eyes closed-(closed cakset) (Talking) And I dont wanna die with my eyes closed-(closed casket
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
I told these niggaz to stay off my dick They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit Niggaz still wanna know what Esham mean Esham stands for East
kinda crazy, used to be my baby But now you're not yourself because you shot yourself I had a homie who tried to withside He died, he lied in a closed casket
. Damn, I feel like I wanna die, and murder's by alibi. I know that I'm gonna die, when more bullets fly. Should I put the barrel in my mouth and close
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected A closed casket
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
the ride I'll see you on the other side and let me drive you to suicide (CHORUS) Pop goes the weasel, shot gun blasted Hole in my head, funeral, closed casket
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
Was it sum'n I said That made me your idol See I'd rather be dead That's why I'm suicidal And my head keeps spinnin like every day But it's best to burn
