Текст песни Kool Keith (Undatakerz) - For Whom the Bells Toll
Kool Keith (Undatakerz) - For Whom the Bells Toll слова песни
[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]I stay in Office Depot and StaplesPack up my pens and paper, keep rollin more yellow padI get mega sonic on you niggaz, beta sonic on your niggazYou keep power supply, I`m TeknotronixBetter than MantronixArrangements get ridiculous, ask anybody out thereI`ll shock ya - you`re like a backupto Goldstar TV set, too advance for the U.S.Leave New York, pee on EuropeansYour hot producers, your coffee and all that stuffThat`s right, look around, you`re like H.R. PuffinstuffNothing`s about you roughYou done it, you did that, and you get backYou sit back, look around, you get licked backYo...[The Funeral Director]We have, coffins, by the millionsWe can, put you, in the ground[Al Bury-U]Your body is stiff, the coffin closed, your family close byCemetery plots, a black rose, I heard a crow cryAs bells ring, for your spirit angels in Hell singYour tunnel starts to darken, you`re slippin into a long dreamEternity, eternally until {?}Soul banished, back to where the heathen {?} laid to restIt ain`t no peace to be havinLet it happen, ain`t no fightin your fate, it`s ArmageddeonPermanently {?} no way in Hell to see heavenLet your spirit float way {?}You see a new beginning, fire flesh for all your sinningBlack tinted limousines, black hearse and crying womenSing of death blade, and sing a song called dieWhile The Funeral Director spill your blood like wineReverand Tom at the altar, M-Balmer light that fireTime to cremate the whole world, wicked souls must die[The Funeral Director]That`s right.. we are, Thee UndatakerzAnd we will, bury youBury you so deep... so deep you would think you were in Hell[M-Balmer]From whom the bells toll, or whom will be doomedDarker liquor I consume, gettin {?} in the embalming roomNo pulse are detected, send him over to The Funeral DirectorAnd Al Bury-U and Reverand Tom did what he came to doM-Balmer, holdin down the morguePull yo` body out the drawerGot these fools from the Eastside, the fluid`s what they came here forPut the rest in my lab coat and serve them fools a partNow I`ma keep rock to chop, stirrin up to the pulpitAnd deliver it, I spit sparks like gunfire straight to they headWhat`s the purpose of the strap if he`s already dead?Stretched out, because of somethin that nobody saidWarning, gee williker cause that Tec-9 be killin yaHit the main artery, he`s lookin real saucyChrome to yo` dome and lookin like Top Ramen[The Funeral Director]Yeah, that`s rightYou thought you motherfuckers was gonna get awayYou thought she wouldn`t be able to embalm youShe`s actually gonna, put, your head, up, your assTo see if it fits!That`s right, we are Thee UndatakerzAnd we`re not here to fuckin play with youWe`re gonna show you, where things goHow far deep they will beAnd how far in you will goHa, hahahahaha! Ohahahahahaha {*fades*}