I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like ?
at first she actin' funny, but in a minute i knew she'd get right,
get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now,
i'm king of all ice so remember this tip town,
and you aint ready pussy nigga better set it down,
we mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
turn ur stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashin down,
Camilton, countin' all your benjamins and hamiltons,
as far as im concerned your just a job for the janitors,
don't disregard i'm a guard your an amature,
hidin' behind your body guards and your manager,
i pimp hard through all the pages in the calender,
bitch is Pimp Squad, its all action no cameras,

[Chorus]
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz,
Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz,
Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER

Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me
1000 round magazine, my partner say no attemptin me
Im A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
bullets chip your l-i-p and dirty all your h-i-p's
Shout out to your homies where they're feedin um through they IV,
from the westside where they say I be,
the way i be, the ruler of all i survery I be,
Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach,
Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack,
Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back,
Haitians give me hated crack, cuz my momma hated crack,
Til' we got evicted and I came through and done ate his ass,
playa back, we rhyme we i live, I'm a zone 3 hustla niggaz know what it is,

[Chorus]

May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga,
The undertakers comin any day for this nigga,
They hate um' in the hood, from the dreams he been sellin',
I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin',
You know what it is, and you know who I'm talkin' bout,
When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth,
Waht you scared for ?, niggaz know you've been a hoe,
It was like homie, shit was all good just a week ago,
Get the goons ready start up your vehicle,
and shoot at any fuckin' car you ain't seen before,
Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic,
they gave 50 years to my nigga lil' travis,
see i'm movin trap, and let um trip over the wires,
and then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is ...

[Chorus]

Oh, love is so good when you're treated like you should be
The sky goes on forever in a symphony of song
And how water can flow like it's streaming out of fountains
And all you gotta do is find a sword and a stone

And how it takes on the night like birds of paradise
Like way down in Pollyanna where the race runs wild

Oh, but if you're gonna leave, better call the undertaker
Take me under, undertaker, take me home

Oh, just place me in a box and fasten all the locks
and with a one, two throw me over the bay side bridge

Oh, love is so good when you're treated like you should be
The sea goes on forever in a symphony of song

Oh but if you're gonna leave, better call the undertaker
Take me under, undertaker, take me home

Yeah, if you're gonna leave, better call the undertaker
Take me under, undertaker, take me home

(Cherokee)
u ne la nv i u me tsi
i go ga gv he i
hna quo tso sv wi yu lo se
i ga gu yv ho nv
(Cherokee)

Under what spell the guarding light be took the undertaker
Under his gaze did fall search evil blunder
Characters of flaming eyes eager to burn the wooden castle
Eager towards the paper heart of children birds
The aching starlit, the singing sinew, the wining ghost, brutal window
Snowy harlot, Chaffing mine eyes the sun paper kiss
Bloody rose on my cheek, purple kiss of stardust
Pink baloon of time candied on the inside Baby pitbull butterfly

(Cherokee)
u ne la nv i u me tsi
i go ga gv he i
hna quo tso sv wi yu lo se
i ga gu yv ho nv
(Cherokee)

Man: Um, excuse me, is this the undertaker's?
Undertaker: Yup, that's right, what can I do for you, squire?
Man: Um, well, I wonder if you can help me. My mother has just died and I'm not quite sure what I should do.
Undertaker: Ah, well, we can 'elp you. We deal with stiffs.
Man: Stiffs?
Undertaker: Yea. Now there's three things we can do with your mum. We can bury her, burn her, or dump her.
Man: Dump her?
Undertaker: Dump her in the Thames.
Man: What?
Undertaker: Oh, did you like her?
Man: Yes!
Undertaker: Oh well, we won't dump her, then. Well, what do you think: a burner, or a burier?
Man: Um, well, um, which would you recommend?
Undertaker: Well they're both nasty. If we burn her, she gets stuffed in the flames, crackle, crackle, crackle, which is a bit of a shock if she's not quite dead. But quick. And then you get a box of ashes, which you can pretend are hers.
Man: Oh.
Undertaker: Or, if you don't wanna fry her, you can bury her. And then she'll get eaten up by maggots and weevils, nibble, nibble, nibble, which isn't so hot if, as I said, she's not quite dead.
Man: I see. Um. Well, I.. I.. I.. I'm not very sure. She's definitely dead.
Undertaker: Where is she?
Man: In the sack.
Undertaker: Let's 'ave a look.
Umm, she looks quite young.
Man: Yes, she was.
Undertaker: (over his shoulder) FRED!
Fred: (offstage) Yea!
Undertaker: I THINK WE'VE GOT AN EATER!
Fred: (offstage) I'll get the oven on!
Man: Um, er...excuse me, um, are you... are you suggesting we should eat my mother?
Undertaker: Yeah. Not raw, not raw. We cook her. She'd be delicious with a few french fries, a bit of broccoli and stuffing. Delicious! (smacks his lips)
Man: What!
Well, actually, I do feel a bit peckish - NO! No, I can't!
Undertaker: Look, we'll eat your mum. Then, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up into it.
Man: All right.