Mortuary

[Intro: 2-Face]
Shoot! Tired of cuttin' this fat motherfucker up. Been workin' all goddamn day! When do I get a break in this motherfucker? Damn!

[Verse 1: 2-Face]
In the mortuary I smoke a joint of Bob Marley
Snort coke off the body of Chris Farley
And I'm still waitin' for that motherfucker Charlie Sheen
With a few more wrestlers to complete my fantasy team
Sometimes I just scream in the middle of the night with no one alive in my sight
Ooh, what a fright, clock out by daylight
No sun, no shine, I'll dig them fuckin' graves on my own time
From the mortuary then into the cemetery
Shit gets kinda scary when you attempt to bury bodies
Put 'em in a pine box, keep that casket locked
You wouldn't want these Zombiez rising to the top
Let me stop, and no, I never plan to retire
I keep celebrities 'til they start to expire
Throw 'em in the fire, slowly watch 'em burn
And gently place their ashes inside of an urn

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & Dizze Dahmer]
When you take your last breath and before you get buried
The first step is the mortuary
Before you take a long ride to the cemetery
You end up in the mortuary
Family and friends plan your obituary
As you lay in the mortuary
Life is a bitch (heh) but death's scary
But you know about the mortuary

[Bridge 1: Dizze Dahmer]
Ooh. A new body. And it's a girl this time. I like girls

[Verse 2: Dizze Dahmer]
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
The wheezing of a throat when I make the blood fly (Yah)
You're pleading and you hope that I let you pass by
But you're bleeding and I'm soaked as I watch that ass die
Now you're in my mortuary on a cold slab
Cut open so bad, let the blood flow fast
You know I go nads, I mean I go nuts
This place is off limits, you don't wanna show up (No)
You get turned to cold cuts, a snack that get me droolin' (Yeah)
Addicted to human flesh like crack to Whitney Houston
I lack empathy for humans, matter of fact, they get me fumin'
So I snapped and started doing murderous acts and then consumin'
Pounds of rotten flesh, my stomach is made of steel
Wounding you makes my wounds heal, I will soon feel
A little bit of relief but that's only temporary
You're in my mortuary and then you'll be buried

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & Dizze Dahmer]
When you take your last breath and before you get buried
The first step is the mortuary
Before you take a long ride to the cemetery
You end up in the mortuary
Family and friends plan your obituary
As you lay in the mortuary
Life is a bitch (heh) but death's scary
But you know about the mortuary

[Bridge 2: Ruthless Rob]
What do we have here?
Goddamn, this motherfucker stinks. Why do they always give me the fuckin' smelly ones, goddammit? Shit. They don't fuckin' pay me enough for this fuckin' shit

[Verse 3: Ruthless Rob]
When you pass away, bitch, your ass is mine
I'm the mortician, motherfucker, get your ass in line
I act fine 'til I see a cadaver, rippin' out your bladder
I'm out my mind, bitch, like the fuckin' Mad Hatter
The blood splatter, every drop is a story
Homicide, suicide, what's your category?
This shit is getting gory and my dick is getting horny
Slicin' up my specimens while I'm drinkin' a forty, oh lordy
Pray to God that you never see me comin'
And if you do, motherfucker, start runnin'
There's nowhere to hide, your boy's up in the cut
When I stick my fuckin' razorblade all in your guts, I'm nuts
Blood drips and I'm addicted to death
Got that scalpel in my right and a beer in my left
May you rest when I'm done but for now I'm only gettin' started
I get retarded and I love the departed (What's up)

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & Dizze Dahmer]
When you take your last breath and before you get buried
The first step is the mortuary
Before you take a long ride to the cemetery
You end up in the mortuary
Family and friends plan your obituary
As you lay in the mortuary
Life is a bitch (heh) but death's scary
But you know about the mortuary