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Verse 1
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
Your life's expired, you're on the floor dead with ya' arms out like ya tired
My s**t's crazy like animals spreading rabies and dead babies
And bodies wrapped in plastic, etrocities like these are drastic
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
Machinery dragging you by ya feet
If ya hungry you're dying to eat
Choking on Alpo with a scalpel in your adam's apple
And a calico slug in your a**hole
I'll put you in a chapel
Kid you should be careful fking with a butcher knife
Pack of that will butcher you like a jackal
Chorus
You disrepect me - You're All fkin Dying!
It wasn't your fault, well - You're All fkin Dying!
You's the one that did it, well - You're All fkin Dying!
My feelings get hurt - You're All fkin Dying!
Sometime in ya life - You're All fkin Dying!
Every human that's living now - You're All fkin Dying!
In 10 years or 30 years - You're All fkin Dying!
When the nuclear war comes - You're All fkin Dying!
Verse 2
I'm the most hard fire type
The rapper to write raps
That be glorifying knives and pipes and spiked bats
I'll light you up like fire-flies in the night
You might get left scarred for life a spike
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
Death is my territory every story's infested
with skeletons at a very glorious distant
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 fk ya block kid
You're like a possum that's being hunted and shocked
'cause a bullet in ya head is the object
Chorus
One of you me off - You're All fkin Dying!
I don't care If I'm cool with you - You're All fkin Dying!
Every healthy human being - You're All fkin Dying!
Every second gets older - You're All fkin Dying!
Open up the safe or - You're All fkin Dying!
Or make a run for the door - You're All fkin Dying!
Talk to someone in my click - You're All fkin Dying!
You beat me down and let me live - You're All fkin Dying!
You're All fkin Dying!
Ain't no one exempt!
For fkin' contempt!
Know your fkin' place
fkin' hookers
PSYCHO + LOGICAL RECORDS
Put you in your fkin' casket
girls
That's right
2001