Urinal

Aye aye aye

I fuck your bitch at your funeral

Piss in her mouth she a urinal

Spoke only six words

"Open your mouth you a urinal"

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

I played this song at your funeral

I'ma pull up at your funeral

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

Walk in your work and make fun of you

Beat your bitch ass in your cubicle

I buy the building and fire you

Fill out an app I'ma hire you

You don't appear to be qualified

Fucc it don't matter I'ma hire you

Long as you know who you working for then I will not have to fire you

I am not here to be friends with you

Homie I'm here to inspire you

The people that love you are tired of you

Homie don't no one admire you

Nobody fuccing believe in you

Everybody know you a liar too

Get the fucc up and do something mane for' I fucc yo bitch at your funeral

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

Piss in her mouth she a urinal

Spoke only six words

"Open your mouth you a urinal"

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

I played this song at your funeral

I'ma pull up at your funeral

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

Bitch I woke up in a Hatchetman

I made your bitch do the running man

She can't get out of here fast enough

She had the pussy, don't want it man

Baking eggs and a cup of Tropicana orange juice in the morning man

Reading the paper they saying the fucc boys are dying all over don't understand

Witnesses spotted a mini-van

Gotta get rid of the mini-van

Use a ladder for the blood splatter they would never figure its a little man

Lil' Ouija Lil' Killa man

Psycho psycho blood spiller man

Roll up on me marijuana man

He just smoking you don't want it man

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

Piss in her mouth she a urinal

Spoke only six words

"Open your mouth you a urinal"

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

I played this song at your funeral

I'ma pull up at your funeral

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

Ouija do nothing but mutilate

You bitches do not know who to hate

Yo shorty boobies and booty fake just like your mo'fuccin' crew is fake

I could have got you a week ago

Saying your motherfuccin' shoes are fake

Tell my baby braid me up and I'ma kill em' all woadie it is too late

I'm on a perc and a xan

I got some (?)

I ain't got nothing to put it in

I got a 8th in my hand

Before I got paper to roll it up

I sold it too by the gram

Point five then I have to work

Smoke and I say it again

[Hook]

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

Piss in her mouth she a urinal

Spoke only six words

"Open your mouth you a urinal"

I fucc your bitch at your funeral

I played this song at your funeral

I'ma pull up at your funeral

I fucc your bitch at your funeral