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lirik lagu isolated beingz - crematorium

[intro: ruthless rob]
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

[verse 1: ruthless rob]
yo, stick me in the oven, motherf~cker, i ain’t frontin’
when i’m done then you can put me in a jar right by the onions
tell me something, how you figure that i like to play nice?
creepin’ up like a gravedigger so i’m like f~ck life
i smack a b~tch in the head with a buck knife
think twice before you f~ck with me is clearly good advice (yeah!)
i turn your body into ash and sprinkle it across the grass
and laugh because i’m a sick and twisted dirty little b~st~rd (ha!)
i feel the demons watching, they taking over me
they want to see you burn at 1700 degrees
i’m lookin’ at your corpse, do i really want to burn this?
motherf~cker, i’ma stick his ass in a furnace
follow me, take my hand, don’t be nervous
i’ll save you lots of money on a funeral service
i’ll burn you up like a chef that can’t cook worth a sh~t
and toss you in the flames ’cause you’re just a worthless b~tch

[chorus: ruthless rob]
cremate me! i put your ass in a box
cremate me! ’cause i ain’t givin’ no f~cks
cremate me! i’ll put your ass in an urn
burn, baby, burn! burn, baby, burn!
[post~chorus: ruthless rob & 2~face]
the crematorium, my auditorium
i keep a gory category when i’m burnin’ ’em

[verse 2: 2~face & ruthless rob]
cremate me! yo, i’m always depressed
cremate me! there’s just nothing left
cremate me! no peace, no rest
i keep on drinking every day, i’m a constant mess
losin’ all my friends to drug addiction
another day, another dollar, another prescription
lookin’ like a zombie, walkin’ like an egyptian
in a chokehold, the grim reaper submission
call me the mortician, fifty shades of gray
i’m the undertaker, mean mark calaway
dead man on display, body found today
full of decay, cemetery bouquets
hannibal café, human meat homemade
they live, obey, the rich, they pray
the words they say are written in cryptic
on your tombstone your epitaph cemented

[verse 3: n8 money]
the clock struck midnight and we had to go
to the crematorium in the 410
the one right past the north east cemetery
where the crypt keeper leave all them bodies buried
we got in the car and we drove
tried to put the fire out, didn’t have no hose
set your fireworks off, the homie stood too close
fl!cked a bic on the wick, turn that ass to toast
a big blast turned that ass to ash
must have been some f~ckin’ gas on the grass
to say you got burnt (got burnt) would be an understatement
’cause the pyro left that ass cremated
but i didn’t flinch ’cause i’m used to the fire
from the flames i spit down the microphone wire
so kryptid army, deth klik got in the whip and to the crematorium we went

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