Guns n Roses - Ras Kass, Styles P, Lil Fame

Oh, the gods are now preparing

For the feast that waits us all

Uh, uh, here come the drums

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, here come the drums

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo)

First the 4−5 kicks (Uh), then comes the coroner

Next call is the florist, mama wanna speak to you

The bitch need a summoner, John-freakin'-Edwards

A medium after the reaper came and greeted him (Woo)

Niggas is light in the ass, probably shit helium (Yeah)

The cocaine’s Columbian, my bitch Argentinian (Hahahaha)

What, Elmer Fudd’s in the club?

Told you, ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun (Blaow)

You acting like the Man of Steel, and force a man to kill

Or become the man of wheels

Paralyzing by slipping on a banana peel, God damn, I’m real

Casper the Friendly when I finally rode a Phantom here (Woo)

Born-day cakes to wakes and a cold case

You no face, just wilting carnations in a old vase

Tuck in, make a man-gina, stay in a ho place

I walk in the booth and paint on The Crow face

Another bastard casket closes

First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses

Another bastard casket closes

First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up

I know you heard of me (Ghost) niggas refer to me

As 'Mr.

Lay-em Down' or put his ass up in surgery

Get your gas mask, Fame, Billy and Ras Kass

And myself, I’ll leave your ass in a trash bag

Hock-ptoo' on him, let the bullet follow the phlegm

The gem is like a pen so I drew on him (Artwork)

This is artwork, shit’ll get dark first

Before I leave, I hit the automatic start first (Boop)

Y’all niggas fruity like Starburst

Before I shoot the gun, I had to drag it a 100 yards first

Next comes the roses, the preachers to read the Proverbs

Fuck around and leave your conversation on your Converse (Fuck around)

Your reflexes on your Reeboks

Nerves on your Nikes 'cause I’m nice with the G-lock (I'm nice)

Guns and roses motherfuckers (Guns and roses)

Nobody opposes, motherfuckers

Another bastard casket closes

First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses

Another bastard casket closes

First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up

I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up