A military mind mean money
I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,
And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral
So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna
At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,
You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
At your funeral everybody toasted
The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral
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