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100 Black Coffins
Raven Hunter, Cutthroat, Bracko
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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
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