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[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] I stay in Office Depot and Staples Pack up my pens and paper, keep rollin more yellow pad I get mega sonic on you niggaz, beta sonic on your niggaz You keep power supply, I`m Teknotronix Better than Mantronix Arrangements get ridiculous, ask anybody out there I`ll shock ya - you`re like a backup to Goldstar TV set, too advance for the U.S. Leave New York, pee on Europeans Your hot producers, your coffee and all that stuff That`s right, look around, you`re like H.R. Puffinstuff Nothing`s about you rough You done it, you did that, and you get back You sit back, look around, you get licked back Yo...
[The Funeral Director] We have, coffins, by the millions We can, put you, in the ground
[Al Bury-U] Your body is stiff, the coffin closed, your family close by Cemetery plots, a black rose, I heard a crow cry As bells ring, for your spirit angels in Hell sing Your tunnel starts to darken, you`re slippin into a long dream Eternity, eternally until {?} Soul banished, back to where the heathen {?} laid to rest It ain`t no peace to be havin Let it happen, ain`t no fightin your fate, it`s Armageddeon Permanently {?} no way in Hell to see heaven Let your spirit float way {?} You see a new beginning, fire flesh for all your sinning Black tinted limousines, black hearse and crying women Sing of death blade, and sing a song called die While The Funeral Director spill your blood like wine Reverand Tom at the altar, M-Balmer light that fire Time to cremate the whole world, wicked souls must die
[The Funeral Director] That`s right.. we are, Thee Undatakerz And we will, bury you Bury you so deep... so deep you would think you were in Hell
[M-Balmer] From whom the bells toll, or whom will be doomed Darker liquor I consume, gettin {?} in the embalming room No pulse are detected, send him over to The Funeral Director And Al Bury-U and Reverand Tom did what he came to do M-Balmer, holdin down the morgue Pull yo` body out the drawer Got these fools from the Eastside, the fluid`s what they came here for Put the rest in my lab coat and serve them fools a part Now I`ma keep rock to chop, stirrin up to the pulpit And deliver it, I spit sparks like gunfire straight to they head What`s the purpose of the strap if he`s already dead? Stretched out, because of somethin that nobody said Warning, gee williker cause that Tec-9 be killin ya Hit the main artery, he`s lookin real saucy Chrome to yo` dome and lookin like Top Ramen
[The Funeral Director] Yeah, that`s right You thought you motherfuckers was gonna get away You thought she wouldn`t be able to embalm you She`s actually gonna, put, your head, up, your ass To see if it fits! That`s right, we are Thee Undatakerz And we`re not here to fuckin play with you We`re gonna show you, where things go How far deep they will be And how far in you will go Ha, hahahahaha! Ohahahahahaha {*fades*}
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