GOOD MOURNING!

Ahh, good mourning
 Not very sad, how boring
 Everybody else get to wave up grieving
 Don't wake up, doesn't that sound pleasing?
 Pussy, you won't, you won't
 I don't got time for the threats, you're lying
 Everything here always end up dying
 Better get used to it if you gon' be anything at all
 Fuck it, bury the hatchet but cannot bury the shovel
 I become wary, the bubble is gonna pop, uh
 Married to trouble, I'm getting hairy, the stubble growing
 I'm scary, the rubble cover the rocks
 Uptight, unwilling to change
 Fuck that, put a pin on my pain with the ink on it
 Wait, I'ma think on it (Forever's a long time)
 That's an idea for the wrong mind
 If I go cry out my eyes over my sibling
 Wish I had never lit Mary with kindling
 Never had a doubt until everything dwindling
 Have you jumped off a building?
 I have, my bad, hi, dad, why sad?
 I don't got another opportunity
 Immunity from death, I feel puny than the rest
 I feel tiny like a pest, something bigger will be best, stress
 Do or die, do or die, you're alive
 Pussy, you won't, you won't
 Do or die, do or die, you're alive
 Oh, oh, oh, triple six suck dick when yo' nipple slip out
 Control yo' self, you ain't fit to flip out
 Anger problems, I trip
 Bitch, I once knew a Crip
 That dyke and I bought some acid
 Nice and high, to my surprise
 She was awry and non-passive
 She said, "I got no time for life" then swipe a knife
 I'm the one being attacked and
 Pupil grow, iris blacken
 What to do when someone cool, a dude or gal is rude as hell
 Get out my life, start your packing, uh
 Like fucking a big bitch, get backing up
 I'm stackin' and nickel diming the bag, came up
 You are the art work, get tatted up
 Embedding a bigger diamond in satin rug
 Yuh, face the facts now, I face the pack down
 I raise the dead now, you praise the lead, pow
 A son of a gun, I'm gonna be not done
 I'ma go and run for the fun of it 'til we got no sun, uh
 I'm an anemone way I'm hugging an enemy
 No, you won't see the end of me
 I ain't hear what you said to me
 All the people is dead to me like the back of a centipede
 I ain't run, you offending me or annoying me mentally
 That's a penalty strike like you grabbing the mic
 I fight, I might bite, sight right the light smite shite
 The white engulf, grip tight the sulfur
 Height of the culture, gripe, you vulture, uh
 Good mourning
 Birds chirp, the world turn while burning
 Birds chirp, the world turn while burning
 Birds chirp, the world turn while burning
 Do or die, do or die, you're alive
 Pussy, you won't, you won't
 Do or die, do or die, you're alive
 Pussy, you won't, you won't