In Da Hearse

My blade has been bloodstarved, it thirsts Dull and heavy so it hurts Ridin' dirty in da hearse Let the bodies hit the curb Visions of dead bodies being burned Rise up from the dead, please stay alert I promise it'll hurt I don't wanna talk its really getting on my nerves F*ck this You know how the dogs get Gotta get this fucking paper just to keep my dogs fed Ain't no such thing as justice when you get your throat ripped Can I get your throat rip We the fucking locksmiths Break through your spot like its nothing Rare gas in my sack, im bound to rise My music they demonize, still in spite this my life I'll see you at the finish line My brother's shine will leave you blind Then we get higher than a satellite Bleeding but I didn't see the blade Don't want no respect from the fake Got a cool meal for you boy come get a taste Body parts in the solvent Taste my venom as I serve it My blade has been bloodstarved, it thirsts Dull and heavy so it hurts Ridin' dirty in da hearse Let the bodies hit the curb