Bury Me

So you wanna bury me

Put me in the dirt

Crucify me for my sins in the name of those I hurt

But who gon' carry me with blood all in my shirt

Two strikes against me

On my way to the third

And it hurts, and it hurts ha, for what's its worth

Never giving anyone what they didn't deserve

My due's paid, my time served, and I'll take that to my grave

So you can put me in the hearse

(And I'll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse)

No more

Praying for rain that never came

Swearing to a God that don't know me by name

And you can all get fucked

Sick of being tested by these pussies who don't want it

They don't want it

The realest stakes? Ha, leaves realest-ness

And I didn't have to lie I didn't make up shit

And you can check the paper work I didn't make up shit

And I'll do it all again I'll stand by what I did

But what you call someone who gossips and talks shit?

That's a bitch

That's a bitch

And I ain't dropping names

'Cause I ain't trying to bring you fame

But you's a bitch

And a snitch, ha

(But you's a bitch

And a snitch, ha)

No more

Praying for rain that never came

Swearing to a God that don't know me by name

And you can all get fucked

Sick of being tested by these pussies who don't want it

They don't want it

Ha, yea they don't want it

Sick of being tested by these pussies who don't want it

They don't want it

I may be bent (I may be bent)

But motherfucker I ain't broke

So you can keep taking notes

And you can hang on every quote

My every lies that I wrote

I'm gone