Il testo della Obituary

Waka Flocka Flame

(intro)
Dj scream, waka flocka
Hood rich
Kliko, we in this motherf-cker man
I'm back, now i've been all around the motherf-ckin world man
42 cities, 11 countries
N-gga i'm still tourin man
Of 3 years ago music and i'm still makin millions off my old shit

(hook)
I'll bust yo head, it ain't shit to me!
Have you plankin dead, it ain't shit to me!
Flocka!
Arms up screaming victory
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery

(hook)
Rappers comin out the closet like they jason collins
Rappers beef with other n-ggas, they don't want these problems
I just get it poppin, grew up, i didn't have an option
My youngins, they ain't got a option, they'll shoot yo shit up
That's facts n-gga, stay strapped n-gga
Ridin round town with that same fat n-gga
That's deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast
6 hour surgeries and a body cast
Ah, ride on the enemy
Give a f-ck about this industry
Shoot one, i shoot two, you know the remedy
Headshot, top back, jf kennedy

(verse)
Adopt yo soul, it ain't shit to me (adios)
Parties droppin, i see murder like masterpiece
Obituary, you just made history
No prints, just an unsolved mystery
Copped my first strap when i was 14
Real painkiller like morphine
Don't pause, add em, i need more fiends
I can see it in his face, he sold his ice cream
Wooh da king, waka flocka - bad news
I swear these boys nuts, no casuals
Cross the line, you gon die today
Droppin money on the head like he doa