At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >