Fuck rappin we can get to clappin
Wrap your body up in plastic
Another saran wrapped faggot
And you bad at actin writin you outta the script
Flip it on you quick like the plug do with bricks
Y'all ain't gettin no respect like rats in the system
I kill em bury em and let em end up on Inside Edition
Ain't nobody gonna find you
Family wishin
And I caught so many bodies got me feelin like I'm a mortician
Whatever I get you get it 10 fold
Have you on your knees prayin like muslims in islamic temples
Extra sinful
Dead you increasin the feelin of my billfold
Blast the metal at you like For Whom The Bell Tolls
Fam listen Ima let the blood glisten
Two shots in the dark and I'm leavin the left side of your heart missin
Stop trippin
Dmize applying pressure to these pussies
And now they stressin when they lookin in my direction
What
I don't give a fuck and that's the reason
He be wildin out every motherfuckin time that you see him
When I slide through your hood
It's war for the treason
Hit the deck grab your vest
Cause its motherfuckin duck season
So if you want it come and get with this cause
Dmize be one of them guys that keeps the funeral home in business
So if you want it come and get with this cause
Dmize be one of them guys that keeps the funeral home in business