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marc vinyls - your funeral lyrics

[chorus]
you’re telling me to stay, you’re telling me to go
stick to one side, yeah i really need to know
you’re telling me to stay, you’re telling me to go
stick to one side, yeah i really need to know
i really need to know, yeah i really need to know
i really need to know, yeah i really need to know
i really need to know, yeah i really need to know
i really need to know, yeah i really need to know

[verse]
finna bury all you rappers in some plastic caskets
you fake b-tches wearing fake ish spitting wack sh-t
i’mma show you when i’m done who’s magic
orlando finna love me, send the flowers for your basket
at your funeral, on the phone with the morgue
would that be ashes or a tombstone for your corpse?
that’s right, i’m crazy like slim
and no one ever gonna stop invader zim
cuz i’m out of my mind, overthinking complexities
i doubt my grind, and truthfully that be stressing me
my equity happens to be my destiny
your pedigree really ain’t on this level, g
so either let it be or do some ketamine
and after words we can chop it up in my limousine
door opens, windows go up
driver or salad, too busing slamming it shut
i’m being serious, this kid’s got some sk!lls
c’mon critics, dissect my whole grind, bro
i’m going full speed ahead, no rhino
cuz everything i said f-cking f-cking rhymed, yo
should be illegal like the b-tch -ss five-oh
you too busy, spiraling down that staircase
while my music is occupying some airwaves
that means it finna get some airplay
ask if i heard your name, i’m like barely
spare me the meanings of your rhymes
a g*nius knows a g*nius, you a dr. seuss’s kind
don’t disrespect
well actually really f-ck all you fake -ss rappers
tryna act like you feel me
you ain’t as nice or as wise
you’re the shame, i’m the pride
i’m the truth, you’re the lies
just look up at the heavenly skies
my name’s screams in the glory
but yours reaps in demise
realize this despite that i raps
only to murder the compet-tion, who gon’ fight back?
and to inspire the youth
that’s on oath i swore to the hip hop gods
once i stepped in the booth
getting runs like it’s ruth, i been spitting so out of control
power, it’s all in the dough
walk in the club like whoa
just to see some b-tches all up on a pole
some r-t-rded b-tches acting like they on a roll
no you not, i keep it g, that’s one hun’ed
reaching the summit, watching you plummet
that’s two hun’ed
but i don’t really care ’bout yo’ f-cking downfall
just got a couple real questions when i’m ’round y’all
too personal, next question
i just start the k!lling spree, i think you learned y’all lesson

- marc vinyls lyrics

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