100 Black Coffins (feat. Cutthroat)

I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in I need a hundred black preachers with a black sermon to tell From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins, black coffins) (Black coffins) Black coffins (black coffins), oh lord I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins) Black coffins, oh lord, black coffins I need a hundred I need a hundred black coffins, hoe It goes body, bag, casket, back of hearse, hoe Formaldehyde will take control once the corpse is on the slab Your blood drains out, you need to know that I am bad I'm a motherfucking boss (stabbed, yeah, answer not) In a hole you were tossed (and he's come out to fly) It's all demise, now you have a blank stare I need a hundred black coffins, numb the death in the air You know that I got you scared, I leave you feeling in pain Right before you die, I let you know that I never cared Always been prepared to fill up many caskets I need a hundred more 'cause the killing is fantastic I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in I need a hundred black preachers with a black sermon to tell From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins, black coffins) (Black coffins) Black coffins (black coffins), oh lord I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins) Black coffins, oh lord, black coffins I need a hundred I'm comin' around the corner with the coroner, got that gat Got newspapers falling down like I'm the paper boy up on your block My compa' they never posted, lay him down, it's fuckin' roastin' One hundred black coffins laid open, now you've chosen Call me Elsa, got you frozen in a state of constant panic 'Cause this Monday got me manic, like you're down as if I planned it Your family, all your friends, and bitch your whole fucking class I'm rolling like a boulder down a hill, coming for your wares I'm a ghost, in and out, like a sermon in front of preachers Mad 'cause he's copped and seen they're closin' in, I wanna help him out I'm that East Shore killer, slumber party, mask it, drill her And we dance with the dead like we're re-shooting "Thriller" I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in I need a hundred black preachers with a black sermon to tell From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins, black coffins) (Black coffins) Black coffins (black coffins), oh lord I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins) Black coffins, oh lord, black coffins I need a hundred black coffins to put your family in I'ma kill the weakest with my evil grin Then I flip them fuckin' savage when I come like this It's the only way Bracko can show his bitch You see him down the block, in the back of the hearse They're ready to open up when they hear this curse Just like that, yeah, when I overcome all the baddies Our buddy fucked up, ain't ready to hit the mat Put your head up, yeah, you're better off dead But I gotta fill these boxes up with bodies from dread A hundred black coffins for the wife-beaters crew Beating down your block, ain't nothin' you can do I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in I need a hundred black preachers with a black sermon to tell From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins, black coffins) (Black coffins) Black coffins (black coffins), oh lord I need a hundred black coffins (black coffins) Black coffins, oh lord, black coffins I need a hundred