Death From Above

Hurry up

What's a man to a demi-god?

Sitting on the throne, can't nobody ever throw me off

Sub-Zero flow, it could never ever defrost

You ain't from around here, lil bitch, you seem lost

X triple I, that's a line you don't wanna cross

Used to be the grunt, now I'm the mothafucking boss

Smoke another blunt, just another day, 'nother job

Young black punk with the trunk thumping down your block

You won't get buck, you won't get buck

You won't get buck, you won't get buck

Nah, you won't get buck, you won't get buck

You won't get buck, you won't get buck

Nah, you won't get buck, nah, you won't get buck

You won't get buck, you won't get buck

Nah, you won't get buck, aye, aye

Nah, you won't get buck, aye, aye

You won't get buck, lil bitch, get back

20, 000 demons still ready to attack

Tripled that rack, let's times 10 that

They can hardly rap and now they mad

Just 'cause I'm sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Killing the game in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

This is death from above, death from above

Death from above, death from above

Death from above, death from above

Death from above, death from above

This is death from above, death from above

Death from above, death from above

Death from above, death from above

Death from above, death from above

This is death from above