Funeral Musik

You fuck boys are finished, you should've never got me started

cleaning up the game, only the strong survive, that must be why all yall

departed.

Next time do your homework, before you ever step to a King

you a amateur, I,m money Mayweather, come and join me in this rap

boxing ring.

Undefeated, I never lost, Ill never lose

exterminating you and your whole crew, like the holocaust and Hitler

did the Jews.

This flow and these lines make ya ears bleed and leave yo chest and ego bruised

like you aint know I been getting money, bitch thats old news.

At the rate I be murdering these flows, soon Ima have a whole cemetery

full of dead verses

the rap grim reeper, you know Im coming, save yourself and get to your

earliest church service.

This sharp flow will cut you so bad, you gone need 50 doctors and 100

nurses

you still wont be saved, you cant, Im a legend, you'll never escape the

torment of my rap curses.

My rhymes are homicidal, Im a killa, Im piling up way to many bodies

with this undertaker flow

dont try me, its suicidal, your lyrical mentality never had a chance to grow.

Im a shot of perfection in this game, had to switch lanes, the feds was

getting to close to finding all this blow

Im in my prime, soon to be a great, I know you did, in case you didnt, Ill

say it, Im the best, now you know.

 

Graveyard filla, undertaker flow

6 feet under, musical massacre, thats where all you lil pussy rappers bout to go.

Call me Casper, my rhymes done turned ghost, about this paranormal is

something you will never know

dont hit bitches, but dont let them off easy, pimpin since 4th grade, I

bagged ya hoe, now ima put that bitch out on the stroll.

So he says hes a goon, he say he a goblin, both created bout me, the

worst thing since satin

eatin all you pussy rappers, and all the pussy, I love the flavor, I leave em marinatin.

The devil loves my musik, he hits me up everyday, to see if i can possibly serenade him

but he better be careful, if he doesnt watch it, Ill kill him jus like all the rest and cut off all his limbs.

 

They call Mr. Body bag, Mr. put em in the caskets, aka young funeral

If these flows dont kill you, its only cause you couldnt understand,you got

left confused and delusional.

My killer mind set has evolved into a psychopathic mentality, logical

thinking is gone, no longer attainable

how could a seemingly smart normal guy massacre the rap game with

absolutely with no remorse,in one word, unexplainable.

I do graveyard raps,your shit be a copy of the Disney channels "High

school musical"

taking payments just to spare you pussy rappers, I call it stacking up this numeral.

Your name is "Tea Time", my nickname be young funeral

you got yours from being a soft ass bitch, while I got this from that killa

flow.

My rhymes special but dont quote me like a dictionary

I dont write rhymes, I write obituaries.

Niggas gettin suicidal when they seen my pops, Mr. Meech pull up in dat Lamborghini Gallardo

double 'M' tell em our doe

match Wells Fargo

10 g's in every pocket and we wearing cargos.

Cremated yo raps, made ya whole career vanish like a puff of smoke

double 'M' jr. I been gettin money cause you know a nigga still quick to

sale dope.

I refuse to lose, Id die before id ever go broke

on my life, i never save a bitch, never, nope.

My watch cost more than yo house, my watch over yo life

aint no bitch bad as my bitch, and I still fucked yo bitch twice.

Double 'M' Jr. Im still sippin on dat drank

boss, and im still blowin on dank.

Jr. and Im still gettin that bank

boss, king of Arizona and I still run my state.

Where you at lil nigga, testin me was your first mistake

I dont see you lil nigga, you nothin to a king, Perry the Great.

 

Graveyard filla, undertaker flow

6 feet under, musical massacre, thats where all you lil pussy rappers bout to go.

Call me Casper, my rhymes done turned ghost, about this paranormal is

something you will never know

dont hit bitches, but dont let them off easy, pimpin since 4th grade, I

bagged ya hoe, now ima put that bitch out on the stroll.

So he says hes a goon, he say he a goblin, both created bout me, the

worst thing since satin

eatin all you pussy rappers, and all the pussy, I love the flavor, I leave em marinatin.

The devil loves my musik, he hits me up everyday, to see if i can possibly serenade him

but he better be careful, if he doesnt watch it, Ill kill him jus like all the rest and cut off all his limbs.

 

I aint ever gave 2 fucks, 1 fuck's to much

hip hop savior, exactly what rap needs, holdin the game up jus like a

crutch.

Im the hip hop messiah, while remainin raps executioner

since Im hip hops God, raps heaven you are not welcome, like yo name was Lucifer.

Been killin so many rappers, I should start a funeral service

my rap hit list is gettin so long, got all you pussies nervous.

Never find a flow as hot as mine, call me Mr. furnace

fucked yo bitch, killed yo career, buried it 6 feet below the surface.

When it comes to flows, there is no confusion, you niggas are nothin like me

I am an illusion, a myth, something you cannot see.

Can barely hold my pants up, got all this money with as thick as these

stacks be

and I hate you niggas, no nazi.

But this the holocaust, rap genocide

this hurst is ready to take you on yo last ride.

My bitch be tellin me, kill the competition boo

and I be tellin her, there is no competition too.

There is no competition too

its good to wake up, look in the mirror and the only competition's you.

And even that nigga aint seein me

my reflection has a hard time being me

I kill with the grind, the way i shine, yeah give these diamonds all the

credit

and my watch is sick, but I have no time for medics.

Jewels one of a kind, all my shit is custom ordered brah

first I call the jeweler up, than i call the coroner.

My car should be illegal cause this shit's a foreigner

my bitch is from Florida

I killed her pussy last night, so now her man is morning her

good morning sir, I goodnight niggas

yall on death row, Im endin rappers lives nigga

time to depart, I book flights nigga

whats up son, what it look like nigga

I dont fuck with you bitch niggas

Im just fuckin yo bitch nigga.