The Funeral Director

I'm here with the Funeral Director
He wants to tell people about a lot of his records
And the way he conducts his churches and stuff like that
I bury bodies
I stick catheters in their chest cavities
I keep things moving
I don't mind burying you
I don't mind undertaking you
But I will be your funeral director
The funeral director
The funeral director

See, I walk the urban streets
Bloodthirsty with spit drippin' from my teeth
Black werewolf on the loose
Chewin' ligaments on a human without no beef
My next victim just might be you
The undertakers
East, west coast bodybaggers
Draggin' bodies up and down the block
Around the clock for the doctors
Tote daggers
Funeral director slash bodies
Leave 'em cut up in a blender
Whether it's John or Brenda
Sam or Glenda
Anybody cross me, dismember
See God made me this way
Gave me this distemper
I was born with the intent to kill
Feeling no emotion when a body drops
Actually, the sight of death just might make me thrill
I love to watch blood spill
Take a picture of you when you take your last breath
Tryin' to gasp for more air without no energy left
Only leaves room for death

Let your life go
Let your life go, breathe slow
Let your life go, breathe slow
Let your life go, breathe slow
Just let your life go and breathe slow

I will bury you
I have no problem with putting you in the ground
Pulling up my truck
Putting your casket inside my hearse
Driving it up to the graveyard

Embalmer got a style that is versatile
Blowin' up the room, make the crowd go wild
So have a smoke, nutt cal
Now who not not not not not not
Now let's see how many MCs jock my flow
2010, I'll be a legend though
Still keepin' leather flow
Fluid runnin' through my soul
Make me grow
'Cause I'm indestructible and I'm invincible

We have platinum coffins to put you in
You can believe you will not be coming back