Funeral Potluck (Ft. Twiztid)

[Chorus]
Your funeral, nothin' is fo sho
No one ever knows when it's time to go
Your funeral, nothin' is fo sho
No one ever knows when it's time to go

[Verse 1: 1-Ton]
I lived life without worry while haters comin' to hurt me
I was sent on a vicious mission, I'm hopin' you heard me
I disguised it with blunts, livin' life around sluts
And while the haters be jealous then be all on our nuts
It's enough of the madness
I am smokin' at the funeral
I'm a bum, I'm a drunk, I'm a stoner just like you
High school I was fourteen, had blunts from Alabama
Believe it, I had such a bangin' war all about Santa
Fightin' with the essays on every other Thursday day
Class was next to that and my skin was Hershay
Never gonna be a bitch
The game taught me never snitch
Momma said never go broke over a bitch
Tried to live on tight pay, do everything the right way Hitchhiking on survival, I had to ride the devil's highway
God will you forgive me? Come down and save my soul
Death is here today, don't got another day to go

[Chorus]
Your funeral, nothin' is fo sho
No one ever knows when it's time to go
Your funeral, nothin' is fo sho
No one ever knows when it's time to go