Coffin feat. Busta Rhymes

歌詞

Slaughterhouse! Bussa Buss! Somebody better find a hurry up to find the nearest fucking exit Barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door First time high, they couldn't know what's raw You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought (What up, what up, what up) Speed dial a coroner Done with subliminals, now I'm talking to all of ya Try my patience, wearing it thin I put my prints in your heart without piercing the skin (What up, what up, what up) I only need knuckles Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle Before they love you, they gotta hate you They say that real recognize real, we can spot fake too Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome Purchase another casket, I'm murdering ya bastards My Desert Eagle's a bird, dirty little rachet You's a partner, don't wanna hollow one touch ya Screamin' "Oh ahh", when I Bussa Buss ya I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler She be like "pew pew" you be like "uh, uh, uh" Can you lean with it? Can you drop with it? Next time I tell you shoot, put a sock in it (What up, what up, what up) Act calm chief We Sasquatch beef, big foot up your butt (shut up) Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin The most beautifulest thing in this world Are the funerals I bring to this world (What up, what up, what up) Gimme the beat, I'm a body it John Gotti it, Crooked probably bodied the audience (What up, what up, what up) then I'm tryna find a whore Dick in that vagina like I'm mining for diamonds or I'm tryna find China or some kind of dinosaur Try to score like Kentucky in the final four Yeah, you niggas still will see my gun Is my other dick, cause it kill pussies I'm hood, you good? I'm just checking homie Still hammer dancing, still 2 steppin' with my weapon on me Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin I said if I ain't fucking with you, you can suck a short for Richard Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say more? Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it I play catch with the body of Bernie from Weekend At Bernie's with Crooked this evenin' I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason (What up, what up, what up) Fuck all the singin' I'm about to be a rich nigga, and waste the whole last bar screamin' You ready? [screams] Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin [Royce da 5'9":] Haha, we here Ready? [screams]