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isolated beingz - mortuary lyrics

[intro: 2+face]
shoot! tired of cuttin’ this fat motherf+cker up. been workin’ all godd+mn day! when do i get a break in this motherf+cker? d+mn!

[verse 1: 2+face]
in the mortuary i smoke a joint of bob marley
snort coke off the body of chris farley
and i’m still waitin’ for that motherf+cker charlie sheen
with a few more wrestlers to complete my fantasy team
sometimes i just scream in the middle of the night with no one alive in my sight
ooh, what a fright, clock out by daylight
no sun, no shine, i’m diggin’ f+ckin’ graves on my own time
from the mortuary then into the cemetery
sh+t gets kinda scary when you attempt to bury bodies
put ’em in a pine box, keep that casket locked
you wouldn’t want these zombiez rising to the top
let me stop and no, i never plan to retire
i keep celebrities ’til they start to expire
throw ’em in the fire, slowly watch ’em burn
and gently place their ashes inside of an urn

[chorus: ruthless rob & dizze dahmer]
when you take your last breath and before you get buried
the first step is the mortuary
when you take a long ride to the cemetery
you end up in the mortuary
family and friends plan your obituary
as you lay in the mortuary
life is a b+tch (heh) but death’s scary
but you know about the mortuary
[bridge]
ooh. a new body. and it’s a girl this time. i like girls

[verse 2: dizze dahmer]
this is what it sounds like when doves cry
the wheezing of a throat when i make the blood fly
you’re pleading and you hope that i let you pass by
but you’re bleeding and i’m soaked as i watch that ass die
now you’re in my mortuary on a cold slab
cut open so bad, let the blood flow fast
you know i go nads, i mean i go nuts
this place is off limits, you don’t wanna show up
you get turned to cold cuts, a snack that get me droolin’
addicted to human flesh like crack to whitney houston
i’m lackin’ a need for humans, matter of fact, that get me fumin’
so i snapped and started doing murderous acts and they consumin’
pounds of rotten flesh, my stomach is made of steel
wounding you makes my wounds heal, i will soon feel
a little bit of relief but that’s only temporary
you’re in my mortuary and then you’ll be buried

[chorus: ruthless rob & dizze dahmer]
when you take your last breath and before you get buried
the first step is the mortuary
when you take a long ride to the cemetery
you end up in the mortuary
family and friends plan your obituary
as you lay in the mortuary
life is a b+tch (heh) but death’s scary
but you know about the mortuary
[bridge]
what do we have here?
godd+mn, this motherf+cker stinks. why do they always give me the f+ckin’ smelly ones, goddammit? sh+t. they don’t f+ckin’ pay me enough for this f+ckin’ sh+t

[verse 3: ruthless rob]
when you pass away, b+tch, your ass is mine
i’m the mortician, motherf+cker, get your ass in line
i act fine ’til i see a cadaver, rippin’ out your bladder
i’m out my mind, b+tch, like the f+ckin’ mad hatter
the blood splatter, every drop is a story
homicide, suicide, what’s your category?
the sh+t is getting gory and my d+ck is getting h+rny
slicin’ up my specimens while i’m drinkin’ a forty, oh lordy
pray to god that you’ll never see me comin’
and if you do, motherf+cker, start runnin’
there’s nowhere to hide, your boy’s up in the cut
when i stick my f+ckin’ razorblade all in your guts, i’m nuts
blood drips and i’m addicted to death
got a scalpel in my right and a beer in my left
may you rest when i’m done but for now i’m only gettin’ started
i get r+t+rded and i love the departed (what’s up)

- isolated beingz lyrics

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