[Chorus]

Your funeral, nothin' is fo' sho'

No one ever knows when it's time to go

Your funeral, nothin' is fo' sho'

No one ever knows when it's time to go

[Verse 1: 1-Ton]

I lived life without worry while haters comin' to hurt me (Uh-huh?)

I was sent on a vicious mission, I'm hopin' you heard me (Listen!)

I disguised it with blunts, livin' life around sluts

And while the haters be jealous (Aha!) then be all on our nuts (Oh yeah!)

It's enough of the madness, I am smokin' at the funeral

I'm a bum, I'm a drunk, I'm a stoner just like you (Okay!)

High school I was fourteen, had blunts from Alabama (Aha!)

Believe it, I had such a bangin' war all about Santa ([?])

Fightin' with the essays on every other Thursday day

Class was next to that and my skin was Hershay (Yeah!)

Never gonna be a bitch (Uh-uh!), the game taught me never snitch

Momma said never go broke over a bitch (Never!)

Tried to live on tight pay, do everything the right way

Hitchhiking on survival, I had to ride the devil's highway (Whaddup?)

God will you forgive me? Come down and save my soul

Death is here today, don't got another day to go

[Chorus]

Your funeral, nothin' is fo' sho'

No one ever knows when it's time to go

Your funeral, nothin' is fo' sho'

No one ever knows when it's time to go

[Verse 2: Underrated]

I was nothin', depressed, contemplating suicide (True)

So down on myself sometimes I wanted to die (Fuck)

Then when I learned to make music all my pain just went away (Oh!)

My whole attitude changed, I started having good days

I tried to live right by treating people with respect

I tried to spread peace like when the hippies protest

I tried to live my life happy without steppin' on your toes

I tried to make us all get along friends or foes

Yo, I could keep a secret, I can make you feel worth it

I can make you feel special and I made it my purpose

'Cause I know what it's like, when you're feeling down and alone

Nowhere to go, parents fightin' so I don't wanna go home

Not a snake, I stay humble, never cold to another

But now it's my time to go like the snow in the summer (Hey!)

So when I'm gone like King Kong, put the purple in the bong

Don't be sad, I was glad we had class singin' along

It's over now, my dead body's layin' on the ground

I'm lookin' down as I'm risin' like the sun above the town (Yeah!)

I'm gone like "poof", no more Josh, just the CD

So the last time you saw me is now the last time you see me

[Chorus]

Your funeral, nothin' is fo' sho'

No one ever knows when it's time to go

[Bridge: 1-Ton]

What will they say up at my funeral when I go?

Who will know I lived it to the limit takin' every turn up on this road?

At my funeral, what will they say?

What will they say when I'm buried one day?

What will they say up at my funeral when I go?

Who will know I lived it to the limit takin' every turn up on this road?

At my funeral, what will they say?

What will they say when I'm buried one day?

[Verse 3: Monoxide]

Think there's a lotta light

So since I die tonight, I'll find out if I was right

I hope I get to make it up in tell

I can fly and if I don't I'll go to hell

Just know that I'm alright

So keep it burnin' bright

I know the devil's been trying to get with me fo some years

In different forms and different people swear to god they're my peers

And they tore me into pieces, my last vision is here

And there's nothin' you can do to me to make it disappear

Even now you sittin' at my funeral, starin' at my casket

And my legacy lives on and to this day I'm never laughin'

Now you leanin' next to me cryin', lookin' me right in my face

Trying to wait, hopin' it's all just a mistake

And I awake all because your prayers and your faith forever

I'm locked in your soul for the music I make

And if you wait for me here I'll be back with a grin

And we can sit back and live it all over again, remember?

[Chorus]

Your funeral, nothin' is fo' sho'

No one ever knows when it's time to go

[Verse 4: Jamie Madrox]

Bless me father, please, oh, let it all be a bad dream

I want me back in the casket with the ceiling above me

I'm emotionless and there's no sickness allows

No bullshit so my hands are crossed in this box

I'm stuck in this talking and voices are familiar to me

At a distance, but as they become closer they grow in clarity

Speakin' about burying me with my headstone

To mark my memory, I hear them crying and they won't let go

It doesn't make it easy when you can't return

But still, I had so many things to learn

And teach the listeners who would listen with such a love and conviction

And purchase the product over the counter without prescriptions

And now my vision is a double wide auto

With velvet interior, with the polly cotton pillow

To rest my head upon when my spirit is gone

And thinkers above my body, they're a choir singing a song