Planning for My Funeral

My eyes wide open, my ears wide shut
I’m planning for my funeral, I can’t but not
These niggas want me dead yeah I cannot lie
They hoping for a miracle, i got nine lives
There’s Voices in my head telling me I’m God
These Ego’s of disseminants are saying I’m not
It’s Angels on my shoulders, i got demons in my heart
Await my resurrection when you take my life
One shot to the temple
Two bodies hit the floor
Now Here comes the ripper he’s got my soul on lock
I’m headed down to hell its only down the block
But baby ill be back, just leave the door unlocked
Yeah
I’m planning for my funeral
Don’t pray for me
I’m planning for my funeral
Don’t cry for me
Infinite Verse:
Down & back like the fucking Mack
I Went to hell & now i’m fucking back
I know you wish that I ain’t make it back
But Even God couldn’t tell me that
Burned my wings & I grew em back
Long flight, now I’m jet lagged
I’m Lord of the rings ain’t no fucking frodo
Bouncing back like a fucking yoyo
I froze up hell & now I’m back on earth
He Crowned me King, yeah my throne is earth
I made a wish & then I rolled the dice, damn I Changed the tide I’m in paradise
When I’m heading out now it’s hella lights
Walk the path, nigga I’m the light
Illuminate me nigga I’m a vice
I’m like Christ nigga, but I’m coming thrice
Disturb my throne & imma reign longer
Get me killed & imma come harder
I prayed to gods at a false altar
Got a few Buddhists down in Sri Lanka
Peep the show & watch the king conquer
I’m Changing fate like the air bender
Dropping bodies like I’m Dracula
If you Worship me, I’ll feed your soul hunger
Sixty temples to my lost brothers
6 disciples for my god mother
My 6 bitches look like medusas & I look at em to get my dick harder
Pray for my soul there’s no saving me
Weight on my shoulders I’m Hercules
The truth you known is all make believe
& all you’ve grown to learn ain’t even what it seems
All my killers yeah I’m coming for em
I talk to myself every now & then
«Feed the world some benevolence
King just rid this earth of its pestilence»
All this shit yeah I can make it end
Just so you know I’m at my wits end
Fuck with god & your shit is dead
I’ll leave the body dead & just take the head
Bible verses on my son’s mother
Cryptic scriptures in my baby’s manger
660 that’s the final judgement
I’ve got 6 disciples, half my holy father’s
There’s forces in the air i call em winded Spirits
Modern day scienctists named it quantum physics
Before i been to hell, I paid the heavens plenty visits
But I couldn’t last cos I’m used to earth’s feces
My addictions always stemming from my dead ambitions
My afflictions never came forth from bad decisions
My benediction always came down with cruel intentions
I’m just living kinda hopeless in this life’s delusions
Horns on my head like a Capricorn
My Haters looking at me like decepticons
Disrespect me imma Blow the horn
They don’t want this son put your crown on