Bury Tha Livin' Lyrics

I flew into the city

Just to bury the living

Pulled to the foleys

With a treacherous mission

The whole damn building

Tryna tell me I'm tripping

Cuz I came in with a grudge

And I ain't talkin' I'm dissin'

Ok fuck Rick Dawg

And I'll say it again

If it's Wicked Fuckin' Wrestling You gone die by the pin

Said the Foley's can't save you Gotta stop drop and smoke

This is Insane Poetry

I know you gone choke

Real Scum

Ima put that cyanide

In ya Kool-Aid

Got the blessing

Straight from Geno

My psychosis is new age

Bet the DIY Ninja

Start the pit in this bitch

Lake Geneva I brought Lindsey Just to piss off a bitch

This the gathering for real

Just Huddle 'round the alter

I'm really chicken hunting

Plucking feathers off a carcass

What you wanna talk Wicca

I think I got the picture

They waiting for a switch up

But I called it this the pick up

I flew into the city

Just to bury the living

Pulled to the foleys

With a treacherous mission

The whole damn building

Tryna tell me I'm tripping

Cuz I came in with a grudge

And I ain't talkin' I'm dissin'

Ok Fuck Rick Dawg

And I'll say it again

They ain't wanna let me in

So I had to kick the door down

Let em

Try to

Play me

We gone

Have to shut the show down

This a psychopathic record

But I grew up playin' Motown

Can I get a

Can I get a woop woop

Anybody's Killer

Can't distinguish who's who

This my Riddle box

Instead of clowns its a ghoul

I don't play with Quijas

But he got some cool tunes

Damn I Caught one

Ima start something

Peep the accuracy

Big shot

This the Smallz One

Its a daiquiri

Oh don't get it Twiztid

I could lose you in a instant

I could smack em'

From the Dark Half

With Damien's permission

And I'm talkin' my shit

Vibin' with the cult

Heard lil buddy selling tickets

We gone buy it by the bulk

I see Rah Rah front row

Let the Bodies on the floor

Don't you step up in this circle

You ain't really trained to go

This the gathering for real

Just Huddle round the alter

I'm really chicken hunting

Plucking feathers off a carcass

What you wanna talk Wicca

I think I got the picture

They waiting for a switch up

But I called it they ain't pick up

I flew into the city

Just to bury the living

Pulled to the foleys

With a treacherous mission

The whole damn building

Tryna tell me I'm tripping

Cuz I came in with a grudge

And I ain't talking I'm dissin'

Ok Fuck Rick Dawg

And I'll say it again

They ain't wanna let me in

So I had to kick the door down

Let em

Try to

Play me

We gone

Have to shut the show down

This a psychopathic record

But I grew up playin' Motown