​clean kill ​funeral (Ft. Coni Miiura)

[Intro]
Oh, shit
This is a cult murder

[Chorus: funeral]
Bitch, I got them bodies in a basket
Kill 'em broad day, in traffic
I need a bloody mess, a bloody mess
Let's get that established
I'on want a clean kill
I just want a bad mess
His body won't stay still
What's the worst that could happen?
Bitch, I got them bodies in a basket
Kill 'em broad day, in traffic
I need a bloody mess, a bloody mess
Let's get that established
I'on want a clean kill
I just want a bad mess
His body won't stay still
What's the worst that could happen?

[Verse 1: Deth Coni]
My only problem is when I go in for the kill, too clean
Only shootin' at his spleen
I done just dress up like Halloween
All of this [?] stretching thin
I just smoke tree 'til I mitigate
I just pick up my damn pen again
Be like, "How you gеt up your innocence?"
I gotta get to thе Benjamin
You gotta live your life with the sentences
You got a trial case with no evidence
If you can't fly, just make sure its elegant
[?]
We not in in light, and we move in dark
Swear that this spitfire is a art
Chop you pieces, tear you to parts
We gon' rip your ass apart