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[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] I stay in Office Depot and Staples Pack up my pens and paper, keep rollin more yellow pad I get mega sonic on you niggaz, beta sonic on your niggaz You keep power supply, I'm Teknotronix Better than Mantronix Arrangements get ridiculous, ask anybody out there I'll shock ya - you're like a backup to Goldstar TV set, too advance for the U.S. Leave New York, pee on Europeans Your hot producers, your coffee and all that stuff That's right, look around, you're like H.R. Puffinstuff Nothing's about you rough You done it, you did that, and you get back You sit back, look around, you get licked back Yo... [The Funeral Director] We have, coffins, by the millions We can, put you, in the ground [Al Bury-U] Your body is stiff, the coffin closed, your family close by Cemetery plots, a black rose, I heard a crow cry As bells ring, for your spirit angels in Hell sing Your tunnel starts to darken, you're slippin into a long dream SongtexteEternity, eternally until {?} Soul banished, back to where the heathen {?} laid to rest It ain't no peace to be havin Let it happen, ain't no fightin your fate, it's Armageddeon Permanently {?} no way in Hell to see heaven Let your spirit float way {?} You see a new beginning, fire flesh for all your sinning Black tinted limousines, black hearse and crying women Sing of death blade, and sing a song called die While The Funeral Director spill your blood like wine Reverand Tom at the altar, M-Balmer light that fire Time to cremate the whole world, wicked souls must die [The Funeral Director] That's right.. we are, Thee Undatakerz And we will, bury you Bury you so deep... so deep you would think you were in Hell [M-Balmer] From whom the bells toll, or whom will be doomed Darker liquor I consume, gettin {?} in the embalming room No pulse are detected, send him over to The Funeral Director And Al Bury-U and Reverand Tom did what he came to do M-Balmer, holdin down the morgue Pull yo' body out the drawer Got these fools from the Eastside, the fluid's what they came here for Put the rest in my lab coat and serve them fools a part Now I'ma keep rock to chop, stirrin up to the pulpit And deliver it, I spit sparks like gunfire straight to they head What's the purpose of the strap if he's already dead? Stretched out, because of somethin that nobody said Warning, gee williker cause that Tec-9 be killin ya Hit the main artery, he's lookin real saucy Chrome to yo' dome and lookin like Top Ramen [The Funeral Director] Yeah, that's right You thought you motherfuckers was gonna get away You thought she wouldn't be able to embalm you She's actually gonna, put, your head, up, your ass To see if it fits! That's right, we are Thee Undatakerz And we're not here to fuckin play with you We're gonna show you, where things go How far deep they will be And how far in you will go Ha, hahahahaha! Ohahahahahaha {*fades*} Aus Songtexte Mania