At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses
Spit foul, a shit-owl, meet me at the trailer park
Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark
Only one day, only one night.
But i ain't really working, trying to get this shit right
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