FUNeral

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Obey, Lee Carver] Show up at a funeral and beat your dead grandma's ass (No! No! Not granny!) (Take that, grandma!) I got one fist in her fanny Tongue cherry stem tying a knot in her panties Now, Bill, why would you do that to the elderly? You're right, I should, uh, respect my elders, Lee Nah, for real, though, you know what I mean Before I said peace, I flicked her bean [Verse 2: Lee Carver] I jam chattering teeth inside of your corpse Stash two dead bodies inside of a horse Costumed front room at your local parlor I'm doing keg stands in the parking lot, I'm going harder Than the loss that your family's taking Making out with grieving widows, and they won't stop shaking Bro, this funеral gets a five-star rating So chill, and the food's banging, thеre's no complaining [Chorus] It might seem unusual (It might seem unusual) We put the fun in funeral (We put the fun in funeral) The end's abrupt, so fill your cup Celebrate, let's go, 'cause you're dead as fuck It might seem unusual We put the fun in funeral [Verse 3: Whipstick] So I RSVPed ASAP to the funeral Kickin' back front row, your wife is lookin' beautiful Finna shoot my shot, let's go, it's what she would've wanted So I'm stuffin' that muffin like I'm just frontin' like I'm checkin' coats It's time to pour another for the homies passed Only cats that's underground that's livin' in a broken past The fun is never endin' when the tux is black It's time to pour another for the homies passed and throw it back [Verse 4: Joe Black] Welcome to my funeral, this motherfucker bussin' There won't be no fuckin', but thanks for comin' (Get it?) Ain't no eulogy, we skippin' all of that shit I want a fat chick dancin' on my casket (Oh yeah) I know I'm dead, and it's probably all the same But y'all better do the wave like a baseball game (At least once) By the way, they buried me nude But the joke's on you, my coffin's see-through (That's my dick) [Verse 5: Mr. 8 Legz] Wearing a purple suit, pockets full of confetti, I'm ready Pull up lookin' sharper than the bloody machete That brought us here today, it's weird to say But he was lame as fuck while he was alive, that really ain't appear to change Let's spruce this bitch up 'cause the mood here sucks I brought a double deuce and plus I'm super zooted as fuck So you can either do a line, we can loosen you up Or I can plant one in your mind, join your buddy soon enough [Outro: Billy Obey, Mr. 8 Legz] Ah! Ah! God damn it, Bill, you fuckin' asshole Ha ha ha ha ha!