yeah my mafia’s like a posse of ya soldiers trooping through bosnia
body ya; to bury ya with a hundred bodies on top of ya
and bodies wrapped in plastic, etrocities like these are drastic
your life’s expired, you’re on the floor dead with ya’ arms out like ya tired
my sh-t’s crazy like animals spreading rabies and dead babies
cut you open, shoved a spike in ya liver, your veins are like a river
blood flowing through veins like roads on a map
open the hole..back of ya brain
perform surgery while you’re asleep
there’s no difference between you and sheep
you’re dead meat, get your throat cut to the beat
choking on alpo with a scalpel in your adam’s apple
machinery dragging you by ya feet
and a calico slug in your -sshole
if ya hungry you’re dying to eat
i’ll put you in a chapel
kid you should be careful f-cking with a butcher knife
pack of that will butcher you like a jackal
you disrepect me – you’re all f-ckin dying!
it wasn’t your fault, well – you’re all f-ckin dying!
you’s the one that did it, well – you’re all f-ckin dying!
every human that’s living now – you’re all f-ckin dying!
my feelings get hurt – you’re all f-ckin dying!
sometime in ya life – you’re all f-ckin dying!
in 10 years or 30 years – you’re all f-ckin dying!
when the nuclear war comes – you’re all f-ckin dying!
i’m the most hard fire type
the rapper to write raps
that be glorifying knives and pipes and spiked bats
you might get left scarred for life a spike
i’ll light you up like fire-flies in the night
be happy you haven’t died yet
the death rhymer preying on you soft hip hop heads
leave you dead and decaying like a corpse
ready fearing anguish through my severe language
once you hear the ampage ya ears’ll need to be bandaged
with skeletons at a very glorious distant
death is my territory every story’s infested
that’s why moms had to give birth to me
so i could hit up the earth with a purpose
to spit a verse and school me
this beat is kinda like a meat grinder
chopping you quick to kick dogs like a killer walking behind ya
it ain’t gossip spreading it’s logic
that necro’s the most gothic in gotham
dead in ya project, so f-ck ya block kid
you’re like a possum that’s being hunted and shocked
’cause a bullet in ya head is the object
one of you p-sses me off – you’re all f-ckin dying!
i don’t care if i’m cool with you – you’re all f-ckin dying!
every healthy human being – you’re all f-ckin dying!
every second gets older – you’re all f-ckin dying!
open up the safe or – you’re all f-ckin dying!
or make a run for the door – you’re all f-ckin dying!
talk to someone in my click – you’re all f-ckin dying!
you beat me down and let me live – you’re all f-ckin dying!
you’re all f-ckin dying!
for f-ckin’ contempt!
ain’t no one exempt!
know your f-ckin’ place
psycho + logical records
put you in your f-ckin’ casket