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muppy & kid c. - funeral $hit lyrics

[verse 1: muppy]
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
i’m a deluded motherf-cker and i’m about to bust
i use my blade too much so it’s got a lotta rust
all these f-ckers tryna hate so the slice is must
i’m coffin in my coffin, lungs are black, they’re filled with tar
running your mouth, i will bury you south
you can try to escape but you won’t get far
f-ck out my way, b-tch
you about to get slayed, b-tch
if you’re creeping up on me, i turn to a zombie
i chew out your eyes, your family will pray, b-tch
i don’t wanna know about your stupid beliefs
if you think that you’re right, you don’t know what’s beneath
i just creep with the knife and i rip out your teeth
i must leave you alone with your blood on my sheath
popping out the cut, i came for nothing but i prosper
flipping through the script
i learn the ways and now i’m stronger
seeking for the money got the digits in a hurry
all you b-tches gonna worry when muppy’s rushing fully
bally round my head, i dread the next f-ck boy who’s gonna act up
face get smashed up, racks get stacked up, it’s that funeral $hit
you f-ck with my clique and you know you’ll get smacked up

[verse 2: kid c.]
it’s funeral day, so it’s time to get paid
yeah, a beautiful mourning like ye
i might just let go of the sh-t
all my hopes, i’ma fly like a lotus, away
they knowing i’m mad, put the ink to the pad
they done f-cked with me, what a mistake
they like “might test him now”, won’t give up cause i’m proud
and you thinking you leaving today, nah
i dunno what you been doing but i know i’m going big
everybody test the kid and no-one ever gets to live
no-one f-cking takes the p-ss when they know what’s in store for them
i’ma pull up then i see you tryna end it like a b-tch
like a b-tch, once a snitch, never change, you never did
i’ma give you all a wish, i bet you thinking that you living
but you ain’t, i’m a saint, what you wanting here today?
what you wishing for? i’m negan, take the bat up to your brain
like woah, like woah, who the f-ck, who the f-ck’s this?
cause i don’t know, guess they don’t know, man, i guess man, i guess that it’s the kid
now they like, oh, now they like, oh guess that i’m owning the game, always did
run with my woes, yeah, my woes, not from toronto but praising the six, c

- muppy kid c lyrics

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