Hotbox The Casket

[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob]
I dug me up a grave and I threw the body back (Yeah!)
In the ground, now I got a new smoke shack (Yeah!)
A fresh-ass coffin from 1984, 'cause I like to isolate myself from all you shady whores (Yeah!)
Smokin' like the hippie at a Grateful Dead concert
Fuckin' with that sticky icky turned me to a monster
Eyes bloodshot like a fuckin' red lobster
Puffin' on a fat cigar like a mobster

[Verse 2: Lil Suss]
I smoke enough to get a city high
Ran through a whole pound in and out, I'm in the motherfuckin' sky
In my coffin when I fuckin' die
Some crack kush to keep me company so I can smoke away my time
Never thought that I'd be in the ground
And now I'm diggin' out
I'm at the clock where I'll be punchin' out
Lock me in a coffin, I'ma hotbox this shit
Until I'm blessed with the dead and I rot, lil bitch

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Hotbox the casket! Burn that bitch up! (Yeah!)
Hotbox the casket! Blaze another blunt! (Yeah!)
Hotbox the casket! You know what I want! (Yeah!)
Zombified marijuana, bitch, you know what's up

[Post-Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin

[Verse 3: Bleezy Poe]
Bath salts in my blunt, yeah, I'm off that shit again
Wanna witness death? Come and take a hit, the dark, I'm steppin' in
Chillin' in my casket, dead bitches and we messengers
Tryin' to make a splash and burnin' piff like a dragon
Frog Gang in this bitch and my rig stay packed up
Ask some dumb questions, get yo ass fuckin' smacked up
Chillin' in the graveyard where I left you, 'cause you act up
Now, it's just a coffin, so I light that bitch the fuck up

[Verse 4: 2-Face]
I keep it fire like Kiefer, chiefin' on The Grim Reaper
Fog pourin' out the speakers, hotboxin' with The Crypt Keeper
I'm not the one to mess with, so keep my casket closed
My body decomposed, smoke blowin' out my nose
I glide like a crow, ash all on my clothes
Inhalin' your soul, exhale like a ghost
I stay baked like a roast, I get higher than most
Lost Boy 'til I die, I drain the blood from your throat

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Hotbox the casket! Burn that bitch up! (Yeah!)
Hotbox the casket! Blaze another blunt! (Yeah!)
Hotbox the casket! You know what I want! (Yeah!)
Zombified marijuana, bitch, you know what's up

[Post-Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin
Yeah! Yeah! We coughin' in the coffin