At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges
Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
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