The Funeral - Stitches

You throw dirt on my name

I throw dirt on your grave

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You throw dirt on my name

I throw dirt on your grave

Soon as I pulled out that choppa I shoot you in your face

You’s a duck

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When I’m shooting that gun I never cover up my face

This is Dawn not a Wraith

When I’m shooting that gun I never cover up my face

Free Tay K

You go make me do the race

Murder Capital 1

This pussy rapper is my son

I may have the kill him

‘Cause I’m done

He tried to crowds surf and he got jumped

How you get bit of by your own Fans

I ain’t never fear no man

See I’m the motherfucking snow man

And you used motherfucker hoe man

Y’all need to kill me

You know this street feel me

Clearly, i dont have pussy niggas near me

I don’t been set up

I could have been shot up

RIP for my (?) brotha

Pull my face on the white teeth

For that I need a statue of liberty

I get the urge to commit a crime

Every time that I’m losing my mind

I guess you been call me a criminal

As I let A. K boom

Now you got a bullet hole

One in your chest and one in your skull

My gun automatic I just let it blow

You throw dirt on my name

I throw dirt on your grave

Soon as I pulled out that choppa I shoot you in your face

You’s a duck

Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack

50 Cent Get the Strap Strap Strap Strap Strap

When I’m shooting that gun I never cover up my face

This is Dawn not a Wraith

When I’m shooting that gun I never cover up my face

Free Tay K

You go make me do the race

Fuck you and your dawgs

You dude boy was mine

I can make the turn on you for a dime

I’m crippin' why you sleeping i’m a demon

I’ve think that I get off when I see people bleeding

So tell me now make the decision

See I’m your daddy you need commision

I’ll spank you, little boy

Here is a happy meal, enjoy the toy

See I’m a manic, I must admit

If ever see, I let her in

Fuck your bitch, she suck my dick

As (?) you’s a bitch

You throw dirt on my name

I throw dirt on your grave

Soon as I pulled out that choppa I shoot you in your face

You’s a duck

Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack

50 Cent Get the Strap Strap Strap Strap Strap

When I’m shooting that gun I never cover up my face

This is Dawn not a Wraith

When I’m shooting that gun I never cover up my face

Free Tay K

You go make me do the race