MORTICIAN MAKE-OVER Lyrics

The plan was to drink til the pain over

But what's worst the pain or the hangover

At this point, I don't think I'll ever feel sober

It's hard to hear these lames in today's culture

Man the game need a makeover 3

It anit over

Until the mortician give u a makeover

Look fix ur face

As I demonstrate

Or don't get involved

Or have 6 friends lift you up

All name pall

I put ur bitch in a bine nate

I can stone her walls

The sly fox pick at your queen

Just to set it off

Aww

23 in a Glock

1st u see powder in the air

If u foul u flop

Push ur hairline back

Til ur headband stop

Then try to push the body down

like LeBron

after a tough shot

Valedictorian with the steel

The stage is a burial ground

For a roll of paper

And I'll leave all caps in your inside ur gown

I graduated at an age

Where no dummies are not allowed

Real school shooter

I'll Columbine any crowd

I'm just here to bury the weak

Dare you to compete

Trying to be famous for whipping

The roc shit im Sorta unique

Raise this Kane

And big daddy 2 step

I'm so elite

Approach me with Peace

Or I'm a make a toast to the deceased

The plan was to drink til the pain over

But what's worst the pain or the hangover

At this point, I don't think I'll ever feel sober

It's hard to hear these lames in today's culture

Man the game needs a makeover 3

It anit over

Until the mortician gives u a makeover

Look get in tune with

With an arson

That likes to spark shit

I transport targets in orbit

I'm on a starship

Spock grips the hammer

Vulcan bullets make your nerves pinch

Kapitan Kurt with this work

I'm bout that green bitch

A seamstress

Sow ur body up and fast the button

And brush it off the tiered ass fade

Like it wasn't nothing

I am lucky on the move

post my service and box something

I'm the wave

I do this poetic rap shit justice

In spring it fell (Springfield)

All itchy and scratchy

So your home a be an Er right after I lift this mag G (Maggie)

Yellow ur whole family

See my past has been ridiculous

I'm just trying to predict My future

Like its a scene from the Simpsons

My intentions

To salter u cowards I need too

And X out the gene from out your Cerebro

Figured I go rogue

And mutant the heat to

This metal is so mystic i call it Magneto

The plan was to drink til the pain over

But what's worst the pain or the hangover

At this point, I don't think I'll ever feel sober

It's hard to hear these lames in today's culture

Man the game need a makeover 3

It anit over

Until the mortician gives u a makeover