Oooh, I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
For the dying, I feel belief in what we all be trying
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
Of the dying, I feel like we be all trying (Trying, trying, trying)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
My 454 engine roar, suspension immaculate
Black hearse, Undertaker's dead corpse in the back of it
Attacking rappers with K, flossing niggas in clubs
Moët bottles and Cristal, but they ain't showing no love
Reverend time, I'll bomb your eulogy, I spit in your face
Drive you to the cemetery, make you sit in the grave
I'll bury you, not just my alias name, but the truth
Smashing all your favorite rappers, whether woman or dude
Shiny suits and pretty makeup, homo rappers in trunks
Leave you six feet under or covered up in the dump
From the jump, it's on and popping, 1-8-7 on sight
The homicidal Undertaker's taking over the mic
Driving a black hearse
Oooh, I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
Of the dying, I feel belief in what I feel
I'm rolling, peeping through these grey clouds
Pooping the bodies 'cause I'm a wild child
I love my lifestyle, check the repertoire
If you read between the fine lines of life and death
Niggas dying, struggling for they last breath
You hear the sound of the trumpet blow
Your body's cold 'cause caps be getting
Peeled and blood be getting spilled
Peeping out headlights or creeping through the night, will it blast?
Do they wanna smoke me or provoke me?
I'm working with a fist and five freshly dipped sticks
Embalmed, this the embalmer
Fuck all y'all niggas and y'all baby mamas
Spit shit by the pounds, N-bomb'll finish every round
Watching dollars multiply into six figures
Got on top of scandalous-ass hoes and bitch niggas
Wonder where I get my lye, low-ass hoes abbreviated
They contemplated the player, Haitian caught me up in situations
Best believe, now they assassination
So let it bang, and I'ma swing this thang
Itty-bitty, knocking busters off my titty
So sadity with the Undertakers with me
Now, really
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel
Energetic, kinetic, fuck it, call free catastrophe
Pass athletic with embroidery, rotary doping me, loading me
Torturing me, claustrophobia
With the knee-jack, with the knee-pack, coming to attack with no jack
Nigga, whether you're white or you're black, Iraq, you lack
Counteract the track and carry low my back
Action sacks, power jets burn to the max
Socialism with cannibal vocalism, hopingism
Diplomantilism, spokenism, jerking with the jism
Of wisdom, hippopotamalpism, materialism
Lyricalism, tiger and barrelism, monkey and animalism
Oh
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, what I feel, oh, what I feel
The reason for the dying, the crying
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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