Chorus:nYour funeralnNothin' is for surenNo one ever knowsnWhen it's time to gonYour funeralnNothin' is for surenNo one ever knowsnWhen it's time to gonnVerse 1:nI was livin' life without worry while haters comin' to hurt menI was sent on a vicious mission, I'm hopin' ya heard menI disguised it with blunts, livin' life around slutsnAnd while the haters be jealous that they be all on our nutsnIt's a method of manners, I smoke and act a foolnI'm a bum, I'm a drunk, I'm a stoner just like younHighschool, I was 14, had blunts of the bamanBelieve it, I was, Gramma, bangin' one more red than SantanFightin' with the SA's on every other thursdaynTheir class was next to mine and my skin is hersheynNever gonna be a bitch, the game taught me never snitchnMama said Never go broke or for a bitchnTried to live with tight pay, do everything the right waynHitchhikin' on survival, had to ride the Devil's highwaynGod will you forgive me, come down and save my soulnDeath is here today, don't got another day to gonnChorus:nYour funeralnNothin' is for surenNo one ever knowsnWhen it's time to gonYour funeralnNothin' is for surenNo one ever knowsnWhen it's time to gonnVerse 2:nI was nothin', depressed, contemplatin' suicidenSo down on myself, sometimes I wanted to dienThen when I learned to make music, my pain just went awaynMy whole attitude changed, I started havin' good daysnI tried to live right, by treatin' people with respectnI tried to spread peace, like with the hippie's protestnI tried to live my life happy, without steppin' on your toesnI tried to make us all get along, friends or foesnYo, I can keep a secret, I can make ya feel worth itnI can make ya feel special and I made it my purposenCause I know what it's like, when you're feelin' down and alonenNowhere to go, parents fightin' so I don't wanna go homenNow, like the snake, I stay humblenNever cold to another but now it's my time to gonLike the snow in the summernSo when I'm gone, like King Kong, put the purple in the bongnDon't be sad, I was glad, we had fans singin' alongnIt's over now, my dead bodies layin' on the groundnI'm lookin' down as I'm risin' like the sun above the townnI'm gone like poof, no more Josh, just a CDnSo the last time you saw me’s now the last time you'll see mennChorus:nYour funeralnNothin' is for surenNo one ever knowsnWhen it's time to gonnVerse 3:nWhat will they say about my funeral, when I gonWho will know I lived it to the limits, takin' every turn up on this roadnAt my funeral, what will they say, what will they say when I'm buried one daynWhat will they say about my funeral, when I gonWho will know I lived it to the limits, takin' every turn up on this roadnAt my funeral, what will they say, what will they say when I'm buried one daynnVerse 4:nI think there's a line in lifenAnd since I died tonight, I'll find out if I was rightnI hope I get to make it up until the line is flightnBut if I don't, I'll go to hell, just know that I'm alrightnAnd keep it burnin' brightnI know the Devil's been tryin' to get with me for some yearsnIn the forms of different people, I swear to God they're my peersnAnd it tore me into piecesnMy position is here, and there's nothin' that you can do to me to make it disappearnEven though, you're sittin' at my funeral, starin' at my casketnMy legacy lives on, to this day, I'm everlastin'nNow you're kneelin' next to me, cryin' to me right in my facenTryin' to wait, hopin' that's it's all just a mistakenAnd I awakenAll because your prayers and your faithnForever, I'm locked in your soul from the music I makenAnd if you wait for me here, I'll be back with a grinnAnd we can sit back and live it all over again, remembernnChorus:nYour funeralnNothin' is for surenNo one ever knowsnWhen it's time to gonYour funeralnNothin' is for surenNo one ever knowsnWhen it's time to gonnVerse 5:nBless me for the pleas, that it all be a bad dreamnI'm on my back in a casket, with the ceilin' above menI'm motionless, endless numbness, I lost all functionnSo my hands are crossed in a box that I'm stuck innThere's talkin' and the voices are familiar to menAnd it tenses, what has it become nCloser, they grow in claritynSpeakin' of barbaria, me, and my headstonenTo mark my memorynI hear 'em cryin' and they won't let gonAnd it doesn't make it easy when ya can't returnnBut still, I have so many things to learnnAnd teach the listenersnWho will listen with such a love and convictionnAnd purchase the product, over the counter, without prescriptionsnAnd now my bitchin' is in double wide, hollownVelvet material with a polycotton pillownTo rest my head upon but my spirits be gonenThe niggas above my body keepin' it quiet while singin' a song