looking happy, don't make me Take your sweet sixteen and turn the ants into a sugar daddy You need a quilt to carry like I need a bitch to marry I pilt
a holocall On the call to get all the rip off the adimin To break a tip off the other men Did we bury the men Cause I'm gonna carry the man In the land
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha A year from now where will I be when I get blasted I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket All
laugh at you Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue You ever have a .45 slug blown at you? We unstoppable, so everything is possible Xzibit maintain focus till the casket
ain't how I was born, but this is how I live, so that's how I'll die, and do not close my eyes, so when you see me in the casket ima look right back at
it's Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw, See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana, And he's from Compton, baby, bandana, We carry them caskets
I still can't remember all the best things she said We came to the pyramids, all embedded in ice He said, "There's a body I'm tryin' to find If I carry
like it's Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana And he's from Compton, baby, bandana We carry them caskets
loved that song So he wrote 'Powder Finger' for Skynyrd to record But Ronnie ended up singing "Sweet home Alabama" to the Lord Neil helped carry Ronnie in his casket
friend. I still can't remember all the best things she said. We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice. he said, "There's a body I'm tryin' to find. If I carry
in the air tonight But if you come back I'll be waiting with an open casket I'll be waiting with an open casket to bury you alive Years of betrayal
Said my love was never coming home I hold your casket gently Walking to the grave Dark clouds eclipse The sun won't shine again White sparrows fell from heaven And carried
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war Those who were sold out by a corporate board Carry the casket Never mind the gun spray Bury the casket
king It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty well He donated an old iron casket
you know 'bout it? So 'bout it like Master P but no coward No I am, no Howard the duck duck Lead showers, black flowers Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
angel Sail away on teary seas Tattooed the times we had On my memory, my legs are weak Funeral flowers Won't make me believe They can carry out the casket