� Misfortune How wonderful is death Death and its pleasures One paralyzed master waiting alone Cuttin' spokes on the fuckin' hearse Bitch I'm cursed Ridin' around with a cap full of gas And imagine the mass that we stop at the church Not in the front of the blood, now I'm hurt Got that work in my trunk, yeah that's that funk that you heard That pussy boy purr when I pop him in the head Got blood on my shirt Blood play is the worst Pull it up on that curb And then scratch me a purse And then bitch carry it Wish you all ever gonna learn Bitch I'm tryna swerve Stomp it like I got no limbs Floatin' with the dirt, lift my finger up *** the hurt I'ma lay down on this endo It's that skateboard ridin' solo Blood drippin' down my polo It's that dynamite tossin' Sleep up in a coffin Jeffrey Dahmer with Alzheimer's Zombies marchin' right behind us Creepin', creepin' with the hatchet All my hoes is ratchet Smokin' blunts but ain't no passin' Smokin' boats but ain't no packin' Middle finger mackin' Dead bodies keep on stackin' Hickory dickory dock Pullin' out my block Pull the trigger, bodies drop Like pop, pop, pop, pop With lips of oil and glue The other Roses as they bloom When throats get high Oceans wave It blushes over the world Yet both Souls passin' One by one