[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob]
Daydreaming of my funeral, vividly I imagine it
Everybody frontin', all pretendin' to be sad and shit
Little do they know I'm kinda glad that I passed and shit
Fuck the whole world, everyonе can kiss my ass and shit
Dress me up like Johnny Cash, obsеssed with death and Sunday mass
Put me underneath the grass, how much more will this pain last?
I couldn't take it anymore, I made the ultimate decision
Of grabbing a razor blade and make a vertical incision
I dwelled on my mortality and suffered morbid visions
This life I live was truly Hell, I'm sick of fucking living
Giving into my temptations, head is pounding, heart is racing
Breaking down, fading out, death is what I am embracing
Facing demons daily on a regular basis
Go ahead and bury me in black, another day, I couldn't face it
[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
[Verse 2: SCUM]
Though I highly doubt that I won't go out
Up in a closed casket to conceal
The decay and rot that I'm not so hot
When the holes I got in my chest revealed
What is left inside that I'd rather hide
You can prop me up, deck me out in black
Form a single line, then unzip my pants
Suck a blood-covered dick from the front to the back
I attack at night, I attack when I want
But to kill I will, I release some cash
So I don't expect any leniency when they come for me when I leave my men
But until I do I'ma kill for food, you can try and die
Make My Motherfucking Day
But there's two of us and you got one life
Split it up with a knife, cutting up our prey
[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]
Now bury me in black, catch me walking to my funeral with a Diddy bop
Fuck all of y'all with a middle finger raised high, tonight I'm really not
Concerned with that other side 'cause others died by my own hands
No emotions shown when we did the shit, killed the bitch for about four grand
With her kid watching, I remember the look of revenge from the youngins’ cold stares
See, payback is a motherfucker, karma comes out of nowhere
To rear its ugly head, my turn came quick in the dead of the night
My assassins left me gasping as my blood bled down the head of his knife
[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
[Verse 4: 2-Face]
They buried me at twenty-seven and I rose from the grave
They tried sending me to Heaven, but your debt was unpaid
I gotta finish bidness till my body's decayed
Return of the Living Dead, old school like arcades
Now I'm back looking fresh, in my Sunday's best
When I get my revenge I can finally rest
No more stress, I've been obsessed about a bloody dress
Since she stabbed me to death, maggots been crawling out my flesh
I'm possessed by the hunger, bitch, I got your fucking number
You're the victim of The Hunter, ambience, I hear the thunder
I can feel your heart beat, beat, beating like a drummer
Vampires need to slumber, Summer of Sam, Sam of Summer
Stone-cold stunner, shut her eyelid
I need my Sour Girl, rest in peace to Scott Weiland
I hear the sirens as I dump her in the harbor
Fifteen minutes later and I'm back up at the funeral parlor
[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
Dress me in my Sunday's best
I learned my lesson but I failed life's test
I guess I'll rest till they bring me back
I'm a maniac, bury me in black
