Текст песни Electronic Funeral - Sean Price , La Coka Nostra
Jump
on
the
song,
no
doubt
Heard
who
was
on
the
song
with
me,
no
doubt
Fuck
subliminals,
very
direct
what
Side
of
the
neck
stuff
just
get
you
neck
cut
Show
me
respect,
duck,
break
your
beak
off
Make
your
week
end,
you
need
a
week
off
Nigga
you
cheese
sauce,
pretzels
a
combo
Two-piece
your
face
where
the
fuck
did
your
moms
go?
Sniffing
the
pablo,
gripping
the
large
′four
Run
up
on
your
ride
and
fuck
up
your
car
show
P,
the
four
pop
your
Starter
cap
Keep
eating
swine,
you
gonna
catch
a
heart
attack
So
miss
me
with
the
fly
shit
I
kill
you,
this
gonna
get
me
indicted
You
outdated
out
the
loop
Ill
then
Bill
kick
me
out
the
group,
chill
Never
give
the
god
'caine
I
will
sniff
my
head
off,
I
am
Ichabod
Crane,
P!
I
make
music
for
goons
with
bricks
and
big
Cuban
links
And
been
wore
Hilfiger
velours
before
Puba
did
Ruger
spit
like
a
blast
beat,
you
could
get
your
ass
beat
Ask
E,
I
was
abusive
before
Fat
Beats
Before
Non
Phixion
existed
I
fisted
your
sister
Then
twisted
the
pistol
up
her
pussy
until
it
blistered
Never
mistake
knowledge
for
wisdom
Knowledge
will
help
you
make
a
couple
dollars,
but
wisdom
will
help
you
make
millions
God
is
my
shotgun,
my
sword
is
my
shepherd
Music′s
a
rewarding
obsession,
keep
the
audience
guessing
Stay
a
step
ahead
of
the
rest
of
these
followers
and
swallowers
We
are
the
future
like
Nostradamus,
it's
ominous
We
the
least
likely
to
not
survive
We
the
most
likely
of
all
to
put
a
cock
in
your
wives
We
the
personification
of
murder
for
fun
The
black
flag
with
the
white
skull
and
the
guns
I
ain't
got
time
for
the
bullshit
and
the
rumours
upon
us
I′m
death
in
the
biblical
form
slays
the
human
persona
My
name′s
carried
through
the
ages,
goons
and
piranhas
That
loom
in
the
corners
and
doom
with
my
subhuman
subconscious
In
the
face
of
a
federation
you
presume
as
a
monster
I'm
the
birth
of
an
nature
from
earth
whose
womb
is
enormous
Live
my
lives
in
the
night
skies,
my
tomb
is
a
forest
This
in
demand,
all
my
lyrics,
sing
in
tune
with
theIn
Roman
times
you
might
have
knew
me
as
Horace
Now
I
rep
the
Coka
leaf
and
I
design
it
like
Peruvian
florists
Got
movies
for
all
us,
smokes
for
criminals
and
alcoholics
They
peep
the
blueprint
and
they
see
I
pulled
it
out
of
all
this
My
brother′s
my
keeper,
my
keeper's
my
eyes
My
family′s
my
future,
you
past
is
full
of
secrets
and
lies
Jealousy's
a
wolf,
he
creeps
like
a
sheep
in
disguise
A
wise
man
sees
it
all
and
keeps
his
piece
of
the
pie
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