Lyrics Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Maggot Face

Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! (8x)

Darkness, (black!) buried underground

3 slugs in my chest, never been found

I'm decomposin', my lungs collapse

My flesh is food for the maggots on my back!

Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized

I can feel them crawling on my eyes!

And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death

Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh

Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter

A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center!

Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib

then one of them hollered, "Back to the grill!"

They all followed one by one on my chest

And headed on back to my face to rest

The trip to my head was like a race

They all made it though, and that's why I got a maggot face!

Yea I got a maggot face and I don't care

Yea I got a maggot face and I, don't, care!

(4x)

I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body

They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY!

Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control

Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul

Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream

I can feel'em movin' from my neck to my brain

To my eyelids, to the back of my spine

From my feet on up to my mother fuckin' mind!

They want to take control of my body and reak havoc

On them suckas out there tryin to rob my fuckin' casket

Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde

A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drive-bys!

My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun!

Any sucka get wit'in 2 feet, I pop'em!

And I peel your wig, before you bit the case

I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face

Yea I got a maggot face and I don't care

Yea I got a maggot face and I, don't, care!

Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! (8x)

Now your homie Blaze, got a maggot face

Got me creepin' out the casket, just to erase

Suckers on my block 'cause the maggots gotta eat

Scoped 3 fools with my semi-auto heat

Dragged their fuckin' bodies back into my casket

Choppin' limbs up, wit' a hatchet!

Fresh for the livin, ain't no better taste

Woke from the dead, made a mother fuckin' maggot face!

Yea I got a maggot face and I don't care

Yea I got a maggot face and I, don't, care!