[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]

I stay in Office Depot and Staples

Pack up my pens and paper, keep rollin more yellow pad

I get mega sonic on you niggaz, beta sonic on your niggaz

You keep power supply, I'm Teknotronix

Better than Mantronix

Arrangements get ridiculous, ask anybody out there

I'll shock ya - you're like a backup

to Goldstar TV set, too advance for the U.S.

Leave New York, pee on Europeans

Your hot producers, your coffee and all that stuff

That's right, look around, you're like H.R. Puffinstuff

Nothing's about you rough

You done it, you did that, and you get back

You sit back, look around, you get licked back

Yo...



[The Funeral Director]

We have, coffins, by the millions

We can, put you, in the ground



[Al Bury-U]

Your body is stiff, the coffin closed, your family close by

Cemetery plots, a black rose, I heard a crow cry

As bells ring, for your spirit angels in Hell sing

Your tunnel starts to darken, you're slippin into a long dream

Eternity, eternally until {?}

Soul banished, back to where the heathen {?} laid to rest

It ain't no peace to be havin

Let it happen, ain't no fightin your fate, it's Armageddeon

Permanently {?} no way in Hell to see heaven

Let your spirit float way {?}

You see a new beginning, fire flesh for all your sinning

Black tinted limousines, black hearse and crying women

Sing of death blade, and sing a song called die

While The Funeral Director spill your blood like wine

Reverand Tom at the altar, M-Balmer light that fire

Time to cremate the whole world, wicked souls must die



[The Funeral Director]

That's right.. we are, Thee Undatakerz

And we will, bury you

Bury you so deep... so deep you would think you were in Hell



[M-Balmer]

From whom the bells toll, or whom will be doomed

Darker liquor I consume, gettin {?} in the embalming room

No pulse are detected, send him over to The Funeral Director

And Al Bury-U and Reverand Tom did what he came to do

M-Balmer, holdin down the morgue

Pull yo' body out the drawer

Got these fools from the Eastside, the fluid's what they came here for

Put the rest in my lab coat and serve them fools a part

Now I'ma keep rock to chop, stirrin up to the pulpit

And deliver it, I spit sparks like gunfire straight to they head

What's the purpose of the strap if he's already dead?

Stretched out, because of somethin that nobody said

Warning, gee williker cause that Tec-9 be killin ya

Hit the main artery, he's lookin real saucy

Chrome to yo' dome and lookin like Top Ramen



[The Funeral Director]

Yeah, that's right

You thought you motherfuckers was gonna get away

You thought she wouldn't be able to embalm you

She's actually gonna, put, your head, up, your ass

To see if it fits!

That's right, we are Thee Undatakerz

And we're not here to fuckin play with you

We're gonna show you, where things go

How far deep they will be

And how far in you will go

Ha, hahahahaha!  Ohahahahahaha [fades]