At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
Dial up words but they're not in service
Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
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