No singing at my funeral, I can`t stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don`t wanna hear no preacher preachin` all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don`t make it a closed coffin,
Cuz if you do, I`ll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that bitch singin`,
We Shall Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the people lookin` down at me,
It`s kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin` and some people singin` sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin` good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin` as they readin` my obituary.
Hush little baby, don`t say a word,
Sometimes it`s best to be seen and not heard.
For those of you who don`t know,
For those of you who don`t know,
For those of you who don`t know,
I hate sad songs, so no singing at my funeral.
He was so.. he was a good child.
He was a good child.
Why did he have to go?
Well it`s the same ole sad song,
I sing that mad song,
I say it won`t last long, tellin` y`all be strong.
Layin` on my back
I can see all the misery,
Thus accompany,
I can hear you but I`m dead so don`t sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I`m just another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don`t sing to me,
Just let me be and I`ll rest in peace.
It`s like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a cold and I caught one.
For those of you who don`t know,
I hate sad songs so no singing at my funeral.
He was a good boy,
Why he gotta play the game of death.
He gettin` up!
Oh shit, he gettin` up!
Up`s a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I test shit up.
Ain`t no singin` so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so they masturbate.
No singing at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham`s dope hoe and never so so.
The black devil get`s funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at east point.
Young mutha fuckin` ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the black devil.
Esham`s ain`t nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin` some shit, you betta duck quick.
Cuz niggas still dyin` to be down,
With a furobred, they can`t fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your heart sick,
I light `em up quick just like a candle stick,
I`m not a convict so fuck politics,
I`m not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I`ma set all that shit aside,
I`m not blond hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I`ma take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you`ll get cock eyed.
Blood stains all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, when I drop the funk.
Suckas always tellin` me,
To put a gun to they head and take them out they misery.
It ain`t no sweat off my back,
You`ll get done whether white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
Cuz if I do a chump like you,
I`ll be up state.
Kill or not to kill is only like I know,
But if you gotta go you gotta go.
Ain`t no time for all that,
Play dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you better listen to me,
We all get something out of life and that`s a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Life`s a bitch, because we guaranted to die.
