[Verse]
I ain't in the mood, I be in the tomb, ayy
Packed to the roof, 'bout to boom and clear the room, ayy
We choose the rules and the first one is true, ayy
You got to go, I'm getting tired like a loom
Now everybody coming out to the shows
The same ones that used to say "Fuck Bones"
I think it's funny to see that's just how it goes
So fuck away with that "Look how far you've come"
You do the most, I do whatever I want and more
Could understand how you mad at the boy
Fuck your flow and all your words, shit's a bore
The cemetery corpse, I done skipped the morgue (Wait)

[Chorus]
Packed to the back, pushing to the front
Smoking behind the curtains 'til it's time to get it done
Packed to the back, pushing to the front
Swinging both arms 'til the pit open up
Packed to the back, pushing to the front
Smoking behind the curtains 'til it's time to get it done
Packed to the back, pushing to the front
Swinging both arms 'til the pit open up