>>6518563And a fat Purple Kush blunt, so call it what you want
I call it the fever of the funk house, dumpin' gauge shells in that ass
Leavin' you face down, chest down with a gang of guts hangin' out your ass
Nigga you know the process, they wanna kill me now
I'm a dead man walkin' to my funeral, can you feel me now?
And if I die before your set gets blasted
That's on the Gardens I'm gon' rise up out my casket