[Intro]
Huh-huh-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-haha!
You know what the f** this is, man?
Let me tell you..
This is "Die Again"
With Grave Plott, motherf**a!
[Verse 1: k**a C & Liquid Assa**in]
My n***a's k**a C, I was born in a coffin
I'll murder your a** on the side where you walk and
We don't give a f**, we don't give a sh**
Get flatlined quick from the G.P, b**h
You gon' die motherf**a, die motherf**a
Die by the drug or the gun slug gon' fly
I'mma come slum, your gun's a * *
Cause I'mma rip 'em up the gut and bust mine
Get touched with the AK and snucked away
Or get a white * * where the weapon stay
Wreck your balls like * * *, man
Get smashed with a phone, Joe Pesci bang
f**ing high, it's time for you to die
I got a rusty spoon and I'm going for your eye
I'm a loose cannon, I spit straight fire
And I'll hang you from your balls from a telephone wire
Spit fire with fire, pop the trunk, get you pumped like a flat tire
Runnin' with a gauge, * a * right by ya
Behind you, I'mma * like Mike Myers
I'mma come through with * and war tools
co*k back, strapped to the blades, escort you
f**, spittin' flames on a * *
You over the edge, you can't fly, you're forced to
[Hook] (x4)
Haters you can - Die!
Demons you can - Die!
Believe it you can - Die!
Motherf**ers - Die!
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
How many motherf**ers wanna get hostile, we apostle
With the wicked gospel, on yo block with a monstrosity, call it chakraties
Dropping philosophies on how to k** augmenty, boss' really soft to me
Awfully trip, tryna get that thing off of me hip
I ain't trippin' off you jealous motherf**ers, and
Biggest gang on the globe and
* * * *, heinus when I pound, b**h
Bang with a insane chain gang, n***a, that's Strange sh**
Rougher than a blood and crip battle * on the streets
(I'm) tougher than your friend, but this chalice is on *
Liberate me, get up out my way if you ain't family
Insanity, glamity, await you, stuck in amity
k**a C with the * Tech N9ne, we snappin' necks and sh**
We stackin' relish so you haters you can rest in piss
[Hook] (x4)
[Verse 3]
, spittin' straight wicked g sh**
We so sick with it, might wanna forget it
G to the R to the A to the V-E
You can do to stop me
I wanna stab you
Not giving a f** is my specialty
Gun in your mouth like
You gon' die, motherf**a, use Tech to end you
[Hook] (x4)