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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | SAY CHEESE AND DIE |
| Album: | Eternal Grey | Genres: | |
| Year: | | Length: | 168 sec |
Lyrics:
'Evil lurks in the mind of a madman...'
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow! Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game, I'm a psychopath My AK told me to shove him up some nigga's ass I'm having long conversations with mister millimeter He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass-nigga-eater Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow! Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
Smoke lines on my face from the cigarettes, always burnin' Combination of the drugs and the chronic, got me slurrin' It's that don't fear no busta, 187 a sucka Kill a motherfucker, climbin' out of nothin' Me love da gun, me love to kill a rat Me smokin' on a sack, turn me into psychopath Chomp, chomp! Eat another Xan Me don't fear no man that can bleed like I can Rag on my face like I am Taliban This scene is the ocean and I am the Sandman Hold up, lemme glo' up Ruby with the stance while my eyes steady rollin' Uzi get the bands, while I stick up and I hold 'em Screaming 'fuck the man!' while the middle fingers go up That redrum, that redrum, written all on my bedroom
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow! Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game, I'm a psychopath My AK told me to shove him up some nigga's ass I'm having long conversations with mister millimeter He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass-nigga-eater Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow! Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
I been pickin' flies off the eyelids of sinner's kids Coming to claim your religion, opinion formed by television Never listen to the voices inside of your fucking head I died and now I'm dead What is life when you in debt to the reaper? Fuck a hole, dig deeper Whether it is in the ground or spread apart by bitches fingers Let me linger, hook, line, and sinker Trained by the teacher, raped by the preacher Not saved by the leader, put a blade to his neck Told him, 'Run away and never look back—that's a threat' Then I turned to the flock, said, 'You're no longer oppressed' But they follow me anyway, never taught to think for themselves Belt tied 'round my neck, I'm the $uicidal $hepherd $now Leopard bounced a check Hot boy, bitch, I'm peppered Never gave a fuck what a bitchboy gotta say He can never levitate from out his motherfucking grave
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow! Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
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