Electronic Funeral

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You outdated out the loop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!

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 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