A Picnic At The Cemetery by Mouf Lyrics

Survival of the fitness
My business should never hit your mind
Now bend your mind
To fit the shape of the space that I provide
I improvise and caricature-ize, you cartoon
Who gon’ care when you die?
You gonna make a move

Who gon' care when you die?
Who gon’ care when you die?
You gonna make a move
Who gon’ care when you die?
Who gon’ care when you die?

I guess your dud ass will never Dudley Do-Right
Your tempted to bite
The only way I ever do write
Is legendary
I'm too busy putting up stats for commentary
You corny fucks never relax
Who gon' care when you die?
Who gon' care when you die?
You gonna make a move?
X4

I done some seen some fucked up shit from real close
Sometimes a ship with business and friends just don't float
Sometimes a dream ain't what it seems so stay woke
My life still my favorite bitch that's no joke

Who gon' care when you die?
Who gon' care when you die?
You gonna make a move?

Your mami, Your papi, that bitch you chasin'
That little dirty ass Spic
Is STILL so handsome..

You niggas got fat while I starve
Guess you was playing your cards
We back to get ours
Dress in all black in the car
That shit go'n always look hard
Don't be pausing my bars
Them shits be going too hard
I should be nicer to God
But I just question a lot
Who gon' Care when We Die?

When the crash inside the bee-hive
See David wasn't knee high
My queen go'n be T-Boz
A real down one
Just be thankful when you found one

Who gon' care when you die?