Lyrics:

I never wanted to be a doctor when I was little
I didn't know what I wanted to be
Fireman, gave that up, saw a motherfucker burn up

I didn't wanna do anything but stay out of the mortuary
That's all I wanted to do
'Cause that death was a bitch
You know, people at funerals, man
Especially now, I went home for a funeral about four weeks ago, man
And, and I'm a big nigga in Peoria
Whether y'all know it or not, I love it
But not at a funeral, Jack
They be cryin' and shit
"Oh Lord, he's gone, he's gone
We sure did love you on Johnny Carson"
That's some hell of a shit to sit through
And everybody be cryin' and shit
My grandmother used to argue about shit though
If you die in my family and ain't married, you in trouble
"Bitch, don't tell me
The man had fifteen hundred dollars in a shoebox, motherfucker
You better get it
That's right, and I want that ring
'Cause it belong to my brother Bill"

Preacher was great too
Reverend Hightower at the funeral
Had to start, "You know
To each of us, some death must come

No life lingers too many tribunal moments
It is all destined in the future of the stars of universe
The live that you live is a life of love and justiceness
And each eternity the holy mother and
Father crawl out from up the earth
And bring forth a witness salvation is eternal process will continue
Now, if you were to ask this dear friend
Would he like to rise from his appointed destiny
His words would be, 'You right, motherfucker'"
I don't wanna die, I wanna disappear at sea
'Cause motherfuckers don't know if you dead or not
You might live, they don't know
Guess not, huh?
Everybody else is hopin' the same thing
"Yeah, that's a good idea, dyin' at sea"
It'd be overcrowded then, you ain't gon' get a chance
I wouldn't like to go to heaven
Can you imagine bein' in heaven playin' a harp?
Sittin' on a cloud, eight billion motherfuckers practicin'
That's a terrible sound
"No, gentlemen, please, from the top
You three million angels in the back, lay out"
Everybody in hell be listenin' to Miles and shit