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Oh, the gods are now preparing For the feast that waits us all Uh, uh, here come the drums Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, here come the drums Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) First the 4-5 kicks (Uh), then comes the coroner Next call is the florist, mama wanna speak to you The bitch need a summoner, John-freakin'-Edwards A medium after the reaper came and greeted him (Woo) Niggas is light in the ass, probably shit helium (Yeah) The cocaine's Columbian, my bitch Argentinian (Hahahaha) What, Elmer Fudd's in the club? Told you, ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun (Blaow) You acting like the Man of Steel, and force a man to kill Or become the man of wheels Paralyzing by slipping on a banana peel, God damn, I'm real Casper the Friendly when I finally rode a Phantom here (Woo) Born-day cakes to wakes and a cold case You no face, just wilting carnations in a old vase Tuck in, make a man-gina, stay in a ho place I walk in the booth and paint on The Crow face Another bastard casket closes First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses SongtexteAnother bastard casket closes First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up I know you heard of me (Ghost) niggas refer to me As 'Mr. Lay-em Down' or put his ass up in surgery Get your gas mask, Fame, Billy and Ras Kass And myself, I'll leave your ass in a trash bag Hock-ptoo' on him, let the bullet follow the phlegm The gem is like a pen so I drew on him (Artwork) This is artwork, shit'll get dark first Before I leave, I hit the automatic start first (Boop) Y'all niggas fruity like Starburst Before I shoot the gun, I had to drag it a 100 yards first Next comes the roses, the preachers to read the Proverbs Fuck around and leave your conversation on your Converse (Fuck around) Your reflexes on your Reeboks Nerves on your Nikes 'cause I'm nice with the G-lock (I'm nice) Guns and roses motherfuckers (Guns and roses) Nobody opposes, motherfuckers Another bastard casket closes First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses Another bastard casket closes First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up I lay that boy down, he ain't gone get back up Aus Songtexte Mania