This is a song about "Cursed corpse"

The cops are on their way to pick up all the bloody corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Ummnow i dun been around the world

Fuck with me and you are cursed

I guess i'm cursed and blessed so

One time for the 305, though

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I think i need a exorcist, cause i sometimes feel cursed/

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world