Ahh, good mourning

Not very sad, how boring

Everybody else get to wave up grievingDon′t wake up, doesn't that sound pleasing?

Pussy, you won′t, you won't

I don't got time for the threats, you′re lying

Everything here always end up dying

Better get used to it if you gon′ be anything at all

Fuck it, bury the hatchet but cannot bury the shovel

I become wary, the bubble is gonna pop, uh

Married to trouble, I'm getting hairy, the stubble growing

I′m scary, the rubble cover the rocks

Uptight, unwilling to change

Fuck that, put a pin on my pain with the ink on it

Wait, I'ma think on it (Forever′s a long time)

That's an idea for the wrong mind

If I go cry out my eyes over my sibling

Wish I had never lit Mary with kindling

Never had a doubt until everything dwindling

Have you jumped off a building?

I have, my bad, hi, dad, why sad?

I don′t got another opportunity

Immunity from death, I feel puny than the rest

I feel tiny like a pest, something bigger will be best, stress

Do or die, do or die, you're alive

Pussy, you won't, you won′t

Do or die, do or die, you′re alive

Oh, oh, oh, triple six suck dick when yo' nipple slip out

Control yo′ self, you ain't fit to flip out

Anger problems, I trip

Bitch, I once knew a Crip

That dyke and I bought some acid

Nice and high, to my surprise

She was awry and non-passive

She said, "I got no time for life" then swipe a knife

I′m the one being attacked and

Pupil grow, iris blacken

What to do when someone cool, a dude or gal is rude as hell

Get out my life, start your packing, uh

Like fucking a big bitch, get backing up

I'm stackin′ and nickel diming the bag, came up

You are the art work, get tatted up

Embedding a bigger diamond in satin rug

Yuh, face the facts now, I face the pack down

I raise the dead now, you praise the lead, pow

A son of a gun, I'm gonna be not done

I'ma go and run for the fun of it ′til we got no sun, uh

I′m an anemone way I'm hugging an enemy

No, you won′t see the end of me

I ain't hear what you said to me

All the people is dead to me like the back of a centipede

I ain′t run, you offending me or annoying me mentally

That's a penalty strike like you grabbing the mic

I fight, I might bite, sight right the light smite shite

The white engulf, grip tight the sulfur

Height of the culture, gripe, you vulture, uh

Good mourning

Birds chirp, the world turn while burning

Birds chirp, the world turn while burning

Birds chirp, the world turn while burning

Do or die, do or die, you′re alive

Pussy, you won't, you won't

Do or die, do or die, you′re alive

Pussy, you won′t, you won't