La Petite Mort (Come Die With Me) - Kno of CunninLynguists

I am ten toes down

To leave you ten toes up

In a hearse with the windows up

Belly up off that cheap wine

Relax

Kick the bucket seats back

Recline while we decline

You have the hand of Antigone

I can see it in your jeans (genes)

You have suicidal tendencies

And this might be the end of me

Cus its a rough route watching you get rubbed out

Til' the suns out

But damnit

If I have a hand in it can it still pass for abstinence?

Passive masochist, pushin your faith aside

As I take your thighs on a ride to the great divide

Face the sky innocent sinner

While I guide your Little Man in the Boat

Across the Styx River

Your body quivers beautifully

As Jodeci sings the eulogy

An eye for an eye so we’re bound the same

The candle’s lit and now you’re going down in flames

To rise like a Phoenix, the sound remains

And rigor mortis sets in

Now I’m your best friend

My destiny’s with Persephone

So its only right you get the best of me

Or whats left of me

Rest in peace to the lifeless

Closed casket, You don’t want your fam to see you like this

Your body fights in a desperate act of self-preservation

Gettin off at your Final Destination

Respiration is strained, take your last breath

As we exchange these Faces of Death

Come on