Madchild - The Funeral lyrics
[Madchild - The Funeral lyrics]
Yo, 57 shows and I'm back on the job
Had to wait five days to get this fat
Ugly slob
I'm a worldwide legend, you irrelevant goof
Your artist Merkules is ten
Times better than you
And you afraid to be yourself, no testicles
No backbone finish with a show
You put your spectacles back on
What's wrong within yourself? You
Trynna change you image?
Sayin' I got hair plugs
What is your brain diminished?
With a ski mask actin' like
A villain and salty
I'm Brad Pitt bitch and this
Is "Killin' Them Softly"
I walk on a red carpet
You stuck in a black campus
Spit nothin' but wack garbage
I'm stompin' on Snak's carcass
While laughin', my raps darkens
I grind till my axe sharpens
Let's go to the park, bitch
Take it back to the Clock Parkers
Next time I'm seein' Snak
He's gettin' cracked in
The head, you can't kill me bitch
'cause I'm already back from the dead
You rap like Sticky Fingers but got damage to
Your brain, only places that
You know: Greece, canada and Spain
Want my spot so bad, you lie
And wake at night suffering
I've won this game twice and
Still ain't achieved nothing
You're liar, angry at the world
You're phony and
I ain't touched coke in over three years
So blow me i took the kid on tour
He did coke at every concert
Eyes bulging out like he's
A fucking cookie monster
I can't afford my truck bitch
You're making me laugh
I like clothes once you tried taking a bath?
You've been drinkin' all them cokenies
So waiting for this opening
Constantly provoking me
Just hopin' that they'll notice me
This will not make you a
Star, this ain't astrology, dude
Fact: you called me on a
Phone and made apologies too
Fact: Merkules called me and
Made apologies too but, I don't have to play
Recordings to demolish your crew
A rap savage, attack maggots in black jackets
I smash crackheads in mass
Fragments with black magic
Bring out my brothers that was
Sick of your pathetic talk
Rob, Prev and Moka said to
Kick your fucking head in
They know when I attack, I rap immaculately
Bitches more ugly than Snak's Jacuelyn G
She knows that I'm a savage with this shit
You should put one of those
Fucking balaclavas on that bitch
I don't like raw but Jacuelyn
G would snort blow doing bumps off my dick
Backstage at your show
And I cooked left over on that whore stove
And sell 'em back to your crackhead
Mom to make some more dough
"My name is Snak The Ripper
And I'm taking a shit"
"I drink a bunch of fucking beers
And then I'm taking a shit"
"Blupee pupee puh-puh-puh and I'm
Taking a shit" you not a good human being
You a snake with a dick
Excited to make you a warrior
Than got mad at me
Had to wait five days to get this fat
Ugly slob
I'm a worldwide legend, you irrelevant goof
Your artist Merkules is ten
Times better than you
And you afraid to be yourself, no testicles
No backbone finish with a show
You put your spectacles back on
What's wrong within yourself? You
Trynna change you image?
Sayin' I got hair plugs
What is your brain diminished?
With a ski mask actin' like
A villain and salty
I'm Brad Pitt bitch and this
Is "Killin' Them Softly"
I walk on a red carpet
You stuck in a black campus
Spit nothin' but wack garbage
I'm stompin' on Snak's carcass
While laughin', my raps darkens
I grind till my axe sharpens
Let's go to the park, bitch
Take it back to the Clock Parkers
Next time I'm seein' Snak
He's gettin' cracked in
The head, you can't kill me bitch
'cause I'm already back from the dead
You rap like Sticky Fingers but got damage to
Your brain, only places that
You know: Greece, canada and Spain
Want my spot so bad, you lie
And wake at night suffering
I've won this game twice and
Still ain't achieved nothing
You're liar, angry at the world
You're phony and
I ain't touched coke in over three years
So blow me i took the kid on tour
He did coke at every concert
Eyes bulging out like he's
A fucking cookie monster
I can't afford my truck bitch
You're making me laugh
I like clothes once you tried taking a bath?
You've been drinkin' all them cokenies
So waiting for this opening
Constantly provoking me
Just hopin' that they'll notice me
This will not make you a
Star, this ain't astrology, dude
Fact: you called me on a
Phone and made apologies too
Fact: Merkules called me and
Made apologies too but, I don't have to play
Recordings to demolish your crew
A rap savage, attack maggots in black jackets
I smash crackheads in mass
Fragments with black magic
Bring out my brothers that was
Sick of your pathetic talk
Rob, Prev and Moka said to
Kick your fucking head in
They know when I attack, I rap immaculately
Bitches more ugly than Snak's Jacuelyn G
She knows that I'm a savage with this shit
You should put one of those
Fucking balaclavas on that bitch
I don't like raw but Jacuelyn
G would snort blow doing bumps off my dick
Backstage at your show
And I cooked left over on that whore stove
And sell 'em back to your crackhead
Mom to make some more dough
"My name is Snak The Ripper
And I'm taking a shit"
"I drink a bunch of fucking beers
And then I'm taking a shit"
"Blupee pupee puh-puh-puh and I'm
Taking a shit" you not a good human being
You a snake with a dick
Excited to make you a warrior
Than got mad at me