Musica de Alla Xul Elu del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alla Xul Elu tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para
[Verse 1: Billy Obey, Lee Carver]
Show up at a funeral and beat your dead grandma's ass
(No! No! Not granny!) (Take that, grandma!)
I got one fist in her fanny
Tongue cherry stem tying a knot in her panties
Now, Bill, why would you do that to the elderly?
You're right, I should, uh, respect my elders, Lee
Nah, for real, though, you know what I mean
Before I said peace, I flicked her bean
[Verse 2: Lee Carver]
I jam chattering teeth inside of your corpse
Stash two dead bodies inside of a horse
Costumed front room at your local parlor
I'm doing keg stands in the parking lot, I'm going harder
Than the loss that your family's taking
Making out with grieving widows, and they won't stop shaking
Bro, this funеral gets a five-star rating
So chill, and the food's banging, thеre's no complaining
[Chorus]
It might seem unusual (It might seem unusual)
We put the fun in funeral (We put the fun in funeral)
The end's abrupt, so fill your cup
Celebrate, let's go, 'cause you're dead as fuck
It might seem unusual
We put the fun in funeral
[Verse 3: Whipstick]
So I RSVPed ASAP to the funeral
Kickin' back front row, your wife is lookin' beautiful
Finna shoot my shot, let's go, it's what she would've wanted
So I'm stuffin' that muffin like I'm just frontin' like I'm checkin' coats
It's time to pour another for the homies passed
Only cats that's underground that's livin' in a broken past
The fun is never endin' when the tux is black
It's time to pour another for the homies passed and throw it back
[Verse 4: Joe Black]
Welcome to my funeral, this motherfucker bussin'
There won't be no fuckin', but thanks for comin' (Get it?)
Ain't no eulogy, we skippin' all of that shit
I want a fat chick dancin' on my casket (Oh yeah)
I know I'm dead, and it's probably all the same
But y'all better do the wave like a baseball game (At least once)
By the way, they buried me nude
But the joke's on you, my coffin's see-through (That's my dick)
[Verse 5: Mr. 8 Legz]
Wearing a purple suit, pockets full of confetti, I'm ready
Pull up lookin' sharper than the bloody machete
That brought us here today, it's weird to say
But he was lame as fuck while he was alive, that really ain't appear to change
Let's spruce this bitch up 'cause the mood here sucks
I brought a double deuce and plus I'm super zooted as fuck
So you can either do a line, we can loosen you up
Or I can plant one in your mind, join your buddy soon enough
[Outro: Billy Obey, Mr. 8 Legz]
Ah!
Ah! God damn it, Bill, you fuckin' asshole
Ha ha ha ha ha!