No Singing/Misery - Esham

No singing at my funeral, I can’t stand to see you break down

So when I die, place me in my coffin face down

Don’t wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that razzmatazz

Place me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz

Leave me butt naked but don’t make it a closed coffin

Cause if you do, I’ll come back and haunt you kinda often

But tell that bitch singin'

We Shall Overcome, to drop it

I make faces out of place so you oughta stop it

Well as I look up at the people lookin' down at me

It’s kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery

I hear some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs

Where did I go wrong, sad songs last long

I can hear the preacher sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)

People cryin' as they readin' my obituary

Hush little baby, don’t say a word

Sometimes it’s best to be seen and not heard

For those of you who don’t know

For those of you who don’t know

For those of you who don’t know

I hate sad songs, so no singing at my funeral

He was so.

he was a good child

He was a good child

Why did he have to go?

Well it’s the same ole sad song

I sing that mad song

I say it won’t last long, tellin' y’all be strong

Layin' on my back

I can see all the misery

Thus accompany

I can hear you but I’m dead so don’t sing to me

Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make another cry

And I’m just another guy who wanna die

Peacefully, so don’t sing to me

Just let me be and I’ll rest in peace

It’s like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one

Nothing for sale but a cold and I caught one

For those of you who don’t know

I hate sad songs so no singing at my funeral

He was a good boy

Why he gotta play the game of death

He gettin' up!

Oh shit, he gettin' up!

Up’s a daisy, time for me to get up

Niggas get lit up, when I test shit up

Ain’t no singin' so get that shit straight

Bitches go think about me so they masturbate

No singing at my funeral, to let you know

Esham’s dope ho and never so so

The black devil get’s funky in the joint

And fuck the police at east point

Young mutha fuckin' ass rebel

Call me unholy or the black devil

Esham’s ain’t nothing to fuck with

And if you talkin' some shit, you betta duck quick

Cause niggas still dyin' to be down

With a thoroughbred, they can’t fuck around

It gets hectic enough to make your heart sick

I light 'em up quick just like a candle stick

I’m not a convict so fuck politics

I’m not Catholic, but a lunatic

But I’ma set all that shit aside

I’m not blond hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde

I’ma take you for a joy ride

And if you slip-n-slide, you’ll get cockeyed

Blood stains all on the rhythm for you punk

Niggas die, when I drop the funk

Suckas always tellin' me

To put a gun to they head and take them out they misery

It ain’t no sweat off my back

You’ll get done whether white or black

I try but I hesitate

Cause if I do a chump like you I’ll be up state

Kill or not to kill the only life I know

But if you gotta go you gotta go

Ain’t no time for all that

Play dead and take two to the forehead

Nobody knows when they gonna go

So if you gotta go, I guess you betta not know

I think you better listen to me

We all get something out of life and that’s a guarantee

Whether poor or rich, you wanna know why

Life’s a bitch, because we guaranteed to die