Jedi Mind Tricks, Pro Dillinger - Crematorium lyrics

Oh, how it get so ugly? Look
I made sure that he bled slowly (I did)
Disrespect your mother, spit on your
Dead homie melissim OC's in the bed cozy
I ain’t 'round people that mean
That I'm less lonely
I’m a king, this is customary gold
(It's gold) keep your mouth closed
That's the customary code (Code)
You just another custy in the road (You is)
The cemetery hot and the bloody Mary cold
You just another head in the crowd (yeah)
He waitin' on you, pa
So go ahead and get wild
(Go ahead and get loud)
This muhfucka disease
He don't want tempt me
Or I will break food and then
Squeeze 'til the drum empty (Boo boo boom)
You talk dirt, you get dirt
I will let the TECs burst (Brr)
Have this muhfucka brains all
Over his sweatshirt
We burn shooters and pro hoopers
Goose jackets and forty below troopers
Have ya team left bloody