Electronic Funeral

[Verse 1: Sean Price] 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swine, you gonna catch a heart attack So miss me with the fly shit I kill you, this verse gonna get me indicted You outdated out the loop Ill then Bill kick me out the group, chill Never give the god ‘caine I will sniff my head off, I am Ichabod Crane, P! [Verse 2: Ill Bill] I make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 [Verse 3: Slaine] 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 the chorus In 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