Die

[Intro:]

Ye-uh Yeah

Slum Shit

Yeah

[Verse 1:]

What you mean you don't like my shit?

Well, it's obvious that you don't have no taste and your opinions suck

And I don't expect to be everybody cup of tea

But don't act like I ain't killing everything I touch

I crush every record I'm on

So holla if you wanna get a feature while the price is right

See I try to be friendly, the MC's offend me

And now it's time for yall to kiss the nice guy good bye

Besides, everyone hanging around me is a big shot

Well is it appropriate for me to act like one?

I try to be humble among you mother fuckas

But some of you frontin' really act [?]

And done what I done already its barely begun

They say when I come wearing my hair like it's hilarious tell me what's funny

They running when they see me juggle my gun

Don't that they know they're gonna die?

[Hook:]

Die

Haters step beside, they wanna fuck with me

I swear to God, I’ll kill em till they show respect, or not

And everybody’s gonna

Die

Dead, shedding blood

I got the grave digger diggin ya plot

I got ya body rottin deep in the ground

Cause everybody gonna

Die

[Verse 2:]

I'm not used to this music shit

I guess that I'm cut from a different cloth

Photographers, Bloggers, Producer pricks

And Musicians as a whole are starting to piss me off

Not all, just some of them rub me wrong

Is it possible that everyone's an entrepreneur?

Talking to you like they a Hollywood star

And you should be lucky that they even let you get your foot in the door

All I hear a ear full of manure

I don't know them much more

I can't ignore it, they just trying to hard

To be cool, to cut heads and wiggle they fucking dreads

I feel like I'm surrounded by dorks and corn balls galore

Does anybody know I'm going up? I'm torn

I'm going off on 'em and I'm continuing the manure

Maybe I should have my boys tie 'em up with the phone cord

The gun point tell them get the fuck

Cause everybody gone die

[Hook:]

[Verse 3:]

Johnny Valian, the head turner

A 10 to 1 head hunter

I bet if I met one of your girls I got head from

And I came on the bed comforter, she didn't swallow it

Zip up my denims and then I gave her a fake number

And told her to "Hit me up, it's totally cool ho"

My homie Groes saw me sent to kill in the booth though

I wait in the industry, any rapper up in it wanna test me

let me know I'll get to cover your tombstone

I cock away all the way pull my weapon and draw

Homie by the way, I don't play, disrespect me I brawl

Take your life away by the way I'm as deadly as Saw

I'll prolly be a killer till I'm George Jefferson bald

Look at 'em all running for cover, they panicking

Frantically, they don't even stand a chance with me

My plans to be famous and get a bad bitch

Maybe Casey Anthony'll marry me

Then everybody gone die