Funerals Tha Club House Click

(Soze, BLAY!)

[Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x
I know where you live, every place you lay your head
I know where yo mammy work, I might get her instead
I know where your nappy head ass kids go to school
So go and get my money or there'll be alotta funerals

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
Listen closely nigga cause I'm only gonna say this once
I'mma make your shirt look
Like you just wasted some damn fruit punch
On the streets damn rocket launch
Blow your trick-ass to next month
Better bring 'em 'bout a bunch
Cause you 'bout to get project stomped
Lord Voorhees from terror Tennessee, the night breed
Bring your bitch-ass 'round me with that talk-shit straight to IC
Yeah I rap, bitch, but I hate fuckin' rappers
Most them niggas soft as hell and I can't wait to snap ya
Don't think I'mma dap ya, I rather kidnap ya
Put you in the trunk, you get the Placka-Placka-Placka!
Where them night goggles? Where the motherfuckin' tools?
Better get my money, gonna be another funeral