Die

Ye-uh Yeah

Slum Shit

Yeah

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?

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

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

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