The Funeral Florist

I promise I'm not playing any games
I'll buy a Chevrolet Hearse
To personally drive all the fresh bodies and put my brand new collection on display
Every verse is serenade I ask the barber please start my fade on the half blade

My shit grows fast and I'm the florist in the town where I stay
So come to me for all your needs when it comes to funeral bouquets

I could clip the head off 100 roses and spell out anyone's name
And the smell of flowers in my garden helps with the smell of decay

You don't know the half of my story
My lineage is here to stay
I won't forget Point Breeze when I become the new skipper of Hudson Bay
Mother fucker better believe Big Boats and Jet Ski's it's Big Waves

You can see my glow from far away on the hillside in the dark
Call me Billy from Highland Park
A jazzy king like Dizzy Gillespie

Still need to clean the dirt off of my boots from the body I buried under a tree
It never ends I need a lake with some concrete to let em sink
And I could swim in my own city of bones and pray God to wash my sins away
It feels so good to breathe and watch your eyes to roll to the back of your head
While you take your last breath

You should've never tried to write a verse like me
But I admit that I might take It little too far In the end when I watch you sink slowly

You never thought until you heard the lock turn in your sleep
Mother fucker you should've never tried to write a verse like me

I'm the funeral florist
I'm the funeral florist
Let me pick your flowers I always choose them so thoughtfully
It's not a thought to me
I don't know if you really understand what I mean
It makes me so warm to rest my hand on your cheek and feel your body heat leave