No Singing/Misery

[Verse 1:] 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 Cause 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 [Interlude:] He was a good child Why did he have to go? [Verse 2:] 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 Peacefully, 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! [Verse 3:] 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 ho 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 Cause niggas still dyin' to be down With a thoroughbred, they can't fuck around It gets 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 Catholic, 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 cockeyed Blood stains all on the rhythm for you punk Niggas 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 Cause if I do a chump like you I'll be up state Kill or not to kill the only life 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 guaranteed to die