Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains
Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
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