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Funeral Service

  1. She's screaming again, is this my mom or a demon
  2. I wish I wasn't being alive, damn where's my knife
  3. Cut it out, make it stop, I'm close to taking my life
  4. That's no lie, you almost caused your own son's suicide
  5. No, you're not nice, neither am I, but what's the cost
  6. I saw it, ya lost it, taking pills, yea lots
  7. But ya get props on raising a god that came from satan
  8. The ultimate creation do not debate it
  9. It's like you racist n' I'm black, havin' none of that
  10. I'm a missile on attack, remorse for you I lack
  11. Yup a spaz you made it like that, so mom thanks
  12. For the shanks point blank, and all the alcohol you drank
  13. Staying up late, doing drugs, any you can find
  14. Snort a line, yea one more time's otta be fine
  15. Well it's not, ya couldn't stop, until ya rot, pathetic
  16. Anything synthetic, anesthetics
  17. Energetic? Nah not even kinetic.
  18. Mom here's a bomb, like I'm from islam
  19. Your devil spawn, it's all your own doing
  20. This battle your losing, and the war I'll win
  21. Call the cops try again n' I'll get violent
  22. Lemonade's spiked n' shit, stories you're bending
  23. Sippin' Henney, oh that's where the money's spending
  24. Looking in the couch for pennies, who's a jew
  25. Should'a knew, you were too good to be true
  26. Shit had me fooled, what a tool, fuck it I learned
  27. From all the anger you churned, a new Steele emerged
  28. Old me's purged, now I say what I say
  29. I don't play around any day, or with any gay
  30. You have the ultimate price to pay, n' I'll take your life as payment
  31. You're mistaken just lie complacent n' your life I'll take it
  32. My grip, couldn’t escape it, I’ll take no bribes
  33. Opaque in yo life, awaken yo eyes! (Shit)
  34. I see why I'm blind, shit let's fight fire with fire
  35. Conspired liar, shit's dire. Put pyre inside her
  36. Light you up like a Christmas tree, now this bitch'll see!
  37. Now you want me back? Well shit that's a daunting task
  38. Must be on crack for you to sought my ass
  39. Bitch you flaunting cash, nothing wrong with that
  40. Cept for the fact you told the courts you made no money
  41. Hoe's a fuckin' dummy. Your fucking lucky.
  42. Dad was nice, but I'm a spaz, strap ya up
  43. A bitch slapped, kidnapped, fuck, they sat up
  44. Gave your fat ass a pass, no one wants that
  45. Beat your ass for four bucks I wouldn't give four fucks
  46. You're finally over, wrap the hoes up
  47. I just woke up but you screaming like we broke up
  48. I'm so fucked, mommy what'd I do today
  49. Don't care what you say in a crazy state
  50. Being bitchy is who's fate? Not you? Too late
  51. Unfixable we'll never be ok like/~
  52. Talking to two gays, we'll never get it straight
  53. Looking pale, buying into you is a hard sale
  54. Hitting old age you're just hard n' stale
  55. Making shit up just like a fairy tale
  56. My life's derailed as a mother you failed
  57. All the pain you couldn't bore mine, yea sure try
  58. All my life, I was stupid always on your side.
  59. Sick of your lies, as simple as boride
  60. They call me four eyes, I see right through you
  61. Looted loosey goose, tie a fucking noose
  62. Now there's few who are on your side, you lose
  63. Apologize or not, you choose, I'm just through dude
  64. Said see you boo, now leave me the fuck alone
  65. No need to phone ma home no more, dumb hoe
  66. Good luck yo, hurts like hockey pucks hitting low
  67. I'm in the zone, bitch needs to head the fuck home
  68. Before she's done for, yea this is it, no bitch fits
  69. Full sent it, no regrets, shit's lit isn't it
  70. Get kicked real quick in the clit, real swift
  71. The perfect picture, you n' your wrists slit,
  72. You fucking deserved it your not my mom.
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