Tekster:
Bury Your Dead Legend

Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin, bangin southside heat bringer, heat slanger Head banger, thought re-aranger The bitch strangler, a total stranger In your

sex are complex regardless of your finesse Or fitness is the condition of business Your lame vision of a underground physical image You're underneath to undermine, your

'll make sure that your dark clouds in your heaven Your end has only begun You can scream but there's no rescue, I promise I'll make sure that you're dead

get my feet wet/i'm gonna be free Chorus: (sung by Pimp C) i wanna be free i wanna be free as the sky but when i'm buried make sho buried feelin live

runnin' for the hills Style steady truckin' like eighteen wheels Do got em' cluckin' like eighteen pills The hex flies off then all the blood spills [Snoop Dogg] The Legend

lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your

but no destiny Straight through the memories of woe into the fields of buried glee here the wilting dreams below source and ending of this story Fall down to your

one heard us call Try to bury the legend, it's time for the resurrection Tomorrow's forever, so look ahead There's more to life than playing dead Like

a lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your