Electronic Funeral

Jump on the song, no doubt
 Heard who was on the song with me, no doubt
 Fuck subliminals, very direct what
 Side of the neck stuff just get you neck cut
 Show me respect, duck, break your beak off
 Make your week end, you need a week off
 Nigga you cheese sauce, pretzels a combo
 Two-piece your face where the fuck did your moms go?
 Sniffing the pablo, gripping the large 'four
 Run up on your ride and fuck up your car show
 P, the four pop your Starter cap
 Keep eating swine, you gonna catch a heart attack
 So miss me with the fly shit
 I kill you, this verse gonna get me indicted
 You outdated out the loop
 I'll then Bill kick me out the group, chill
 Never give the God 'caine
 I will sniff my head off, I am Ichabod Crane, P!
 I make music for goons with bricks
 And big Cuban links
 And been wore Hilfiger
 Velours before Puba
 Did
 Ruger spit like a blast beat, you could get your ass beat
 Ask E, I was abusive before Fat Beats
 Before Non Phixion
 Existed I fisted your sister
 Then twisted the pistol up her pussy until it blistered
 Never mistake knowledge for wisdom
 Knowledge will help you make a couple dollars, but wisdom will help you make millions
 God is my shotgun, my sword is my shepherd
 Music's a rewarding obsession, keep the audience guessing
 Stay a step ahead of the rest of these followers and swallowers
 We are the future like Nostradamus, it's ominous
 We the least likely to not survive
 We the most likely of all to put a cock in your wives
 We the personification of murder for fun
 The black flag with the white skull and the guns
 I ain't got time for the bullshit and the rumours upon us
 I'm death in the biblical form slays the human persona
 My name's carried through the ages, goons and piranhas
 That loom in the corners and doom with my subhuman subconscious
 In the face of a federation you presume as a monster
 I'm the birth of an nature from earth whose womb is enormous
 Live my lives in the night skies, my tomb is a forest
 This in demand, all my lyrics, sing in tune with the In Roman times you might have knew me as Horus
 Now I rep the Coka leaf and I design it like Peruvian florists
 Got movies for all us, smokes for criminals and alcoholics
 They peep the blueprint and they see I pulled it out of all this
 My brother's my keeper, my keeper's my eyes
 My family's my future, you past is full of secrets and lies
 Jealousy's a wolf, he creeps like a sheep in disguise
 A wise man sees it all and keeps his piece of the pie