6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.
Verse 1
Your family's crying. On my strength they're relying.
But them tears ain't gon' bring you back. I hope they ain't trying.
It hurts her to do it, but moms is planning your wake.
In the back of her mind she's thinking, "No more headaches."
You neglected your gay ways and negated to fake.
Talked that shit about Rave? I stopped that shit a like a brake.
Took the medical examiner some days to report
the cause of your expiration was of no regular sort.
There were no signs of a struggle, and no external wounds,
just the scariest countenance ever seen in her room.
She figured that grimace a heart attack could create.
And it's true as your heart stopped when faced with your fate.
You met your boy on the street, and then commenced to come nearer.
I went translucent, and suddenly turned into a mirror.
Your skin turned a frail pale. You guarded your entrails.
Saw yourself eternally fucked with a bat with thin nails.
Chorus
6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.
repeat 2X
Verse 2
6 days after heart stoppage your funeral's held.
Preacher man's going on and on 'bout how prayer welds
all the bleeding hearts and weeping souls. But you can't tell,
'cause you're trapped in this dead shell, and freezing like Hell.
Rave gets up, says his piece. You're screaming out, "That's him!"
Your pathetic pleading words were heard by not one of them.
As for the 144,000, chances are slim
you will be one of them. The bed you made made your fate grim.
Three cousins and three homies made the 6 pall bearers.
In the front left was me who saw you die in sheer terror.
The coffin is magical for it shows you all better,
all the tracks of tears from wify's cries from times when you left'er,
All them times when I couldn't hang, she needed a bang.
She texted me, "HALLELUJAH!" as that shit choir sang.
You're now hating the testifying and swooning she feigned.
When I smiled only you could see my horns and my fangs.
Chorus
6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.
repeat 2X
Verse 3
While carrying you, I had to admire the coffin.
'Cause they spared no expense, hell even I put a lot in.
I told 'em extra padding is more comfy to rot in.
When I put that plotted thought in, every head started noddin'.
Only the best for my homie. You're going out how you lived.
It truly takes a baller to make an extravagant stiff.
You were always on the take, never was one to give.
Every fool who tried to take from you, they got shot or shived.
You used your wealth and influence, here on this earth, as a weapon.
Jesus said ain't nothing tougher than the rich piercing heaven.
So I chose for your transference the most perfect leaven.
At the lowering apparatus we halted our steppin'.
As the casket descended, I looked through it to your eyes,
waved hello to you, but you took it as a goodbye.
Because nowadays we're buried seven feet when we die,
but your expensive padded layers left you one foot shy.
That's why
Chorus
6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.
repeat 2X
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