[Hook: Terry Jones]

Ladies and gentlemen

Please wipe the tears from your eyes

This is the eulogy

A time not only to remember

The passing of a few

But to give bars

To these motherfuckers too

[Verse 1: Frzy]

Last name Lose

First name Never

Splinter with the cheddar

Treat them haters like Shredder

Better find a nigga better never

The whole world want a piece

Shoot like Metta

Fella, try ya luck

Better duck

‘cause them bullets come

Like a nut for a slut

What the fuck

Them shells’ll make ‘em roll

Like a armadillo

So on they death bed

I leave a mint on the pillow

I’m so Willow

Just because I got the whip here

Push there, shift gear

Disappear, no fear

This here, only got two chairs

And I ain’t talking bottoms up

Like a rear in the air

And that’s only if you talking me in a Lear

Just got a check in

And I ain’t need Four Square

Got four chicks here

And they ain’t pay for airfare

And one just got a facial

And she ain’t here for skin care

Man I bet you wish you was here

Yeah I’m so sure

That I’m underneath a beach chair

Tell them haters ‘take care’

Hope they got healthcare

My passport gets stamps

Like it’s on welfare

Don’t you love the smell of warfare

I can keep doing this

Until they say it ain’t fair

Man I swear I don’t really care

What the fuck I hear

‘Cause now I’m over you pussies

Like pubic hair

[Hook: Terry Jones]

Death is but a choice of destiny

And a last argument with life

We blame the past for not being

What we think the future desires

So sit back and ask yourself

Are you as good as you could be

Well after hearing this

I think probably not

[Verse 2: Frzy]

First name Won’t

Last name Stop, I’m hot

Only Carrot Top got more props

I not, for all the bullshit ya’ll talk

Either give me space

Or stay the fuck in the airlock

They talk all about the shit I lack

But they go Hussein

For the dough I rack

They try to dictate

With a whack ass mix tape

I never run it back

Like I’m too out of shape

Man I’m great

I feel like these bars is for Kate

‘cause this TLC is for the kids I ate

Back in the battles

When they used to ride my

Ass like a straddle

I would raise the stakes

Turn a calf to a cattle

Now they rattled

‘cause Brenda had a baby

And that boy hot

Shit, it was even talked about by Pac

I blew stock

I’m the next Hov on the block

So when they try to corner me

I just jay walk

They like nigga stop, but I can’t though

No sleep, I’m vampin’

‘cause the flow intense

They would think that it’s campin’

‘Cause I’m the best, period

Prepare for the crampin’

It’s Young Free

I know it’s scary

My flow varies

The flow very legendary

These words your obituary

I think it’s funny

That you call yourself a visionary

‘Cause while you flippin’ them birds

I bought the aviary

[Hook: Terry Jones]

You’ve been struggling

Oh you’ve been struggling

A long time

And you think you’ve got what it takes

To be a star

But low and behold, my friend

There’s a lot more to the game

Than dice and chess pieces

‘Cause for everyone to awake

There’s a eulogy to make

BITCHES