Marc Vinyls - Your Funeral lyrics

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

Finna bury all you rappers
In some plastic caskets
You fake bitches wearing fake
Ish spitting wack shit
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 skills
C'mon critics, dissect my whole grind, bro
I'm going full speed ahead, no rhino
Cuz everything I said fucking fucking rhymed
Yo
Should be illegal like the bitch ass 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 genius knows a genius
You a Dr seuss's kind don't disrespect
Well actually really fuck all
You fake ass 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 competition
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 bitches all up on a pole
Some retarded bitches 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' fucking downfall
Just got a couple real questions
When I'm 'round y'all
Too personal, next question
I just start the killing spree
I think you learned y'all lesson