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Just Die

South of Hell专辑

  • Put a hole in your soul
    Make your blood run could
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    You don' ****** with the wrong one today
    And you don't want it homie
    ************ what you're tryin to say
    Your whole existence phony
    Talkin so much ************t you need'a muther****** breathe mint
    And when I hit you with that glock
    You'll wonder where your breathe went
    Always quick to take the ************ up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw
    Guess you're pissed ya baby ************ would take the time to jack me off
    But nuttin like what she would be with you, du'
    She swallowed it
    Now you wanna give me attitude
    ************, eat a hollowtip
    Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth
    Kill your handicap and blow your muther****** brains out
    Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake
    Pull the trigger, send your soul to
    Hell for ******
    Heaven's sake
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers
    Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin ************
    Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines
    Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some nuts to step to me
    Run upon you, hit'chu with that (one, two; one, two)
    What'chu gonna do when
    I (come through, stun you)
    Peel ya ****** cap with a nine millimeter
    Better run ************ every time that
    I see yaIf
    I see ya ************ then
    I wouldn't wanna be ya
    Hit'cha with them heatseekers
    I ****** knew it that
    I thought
    I saw a ************ cat
    I pointed to ya when they askin where the ************ at
    YOU ******U
    CKIN-MUTHE
    R************!Check my ****** blood-pressure
    Pop a couple pills and then
    I'm comin to get'cha
    Put a hole in your soul
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    You diiiee
    Put a hole in your soul
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    You diiiee
    I'll pull a driveby on ya in a
    Coupe De Vile
    And when I shot to kill, you know
    I shot with skill
    And you don't ever see it comin
    Got the skills of a
    SniperPut the heat through your body, what'cha spill in your diaper
    For real, you's a liar, like
    PinocchioAnd when you talk, it grows
    But hoe, it ain't your nose
    It's the rage in my soul, it's buildin like construction
    There's a tax on your ass and
    I'ma make deductions
    Take ya functions, put'cha in a new ************pbag
    Beg like a ************ and you ain't gonna do ************t fag
    Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth
    Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
  • Put a hole in your soul
    Make your blood run could
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    You don' ****** with the wrong one today
    And you don't want it homie
    ************ what you're tryin to say
    Your whole existence phony
    Talkin so much ************t you need'a muther****** breathe mint
    And when I hit you with that glock
    You'll wonder where your breathe went
    Always quick to take the ************ up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw
    Guess you're pissed ya baby ************ would take the time to jack me off
    But nuttin like what she would be with you, du'
    She swallowed it
    Now you wanna give me attitude
    ************, eat a hollowtip
    Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth
    Kill your handicap and blow your muther****** brains out
    Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake
    Pull the trigger, send your soul to
    Hell for ******
    Heaven's sake
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers
    Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin ************
    Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines
    Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some nuts to step to me
    Run upon you, hit'chu with that (one, two; one, two)
    What'chu gonna do when
    I (come through, stun you)
    Peel ya ****** cap with a nine millimeter
    Better run ************ every time that
    I see yaIf
    I see ya ************ then
    I wouldn't wanna be ya
    Hit'cha with them heatseekers
    I ****** knew it that
    I thought
    I saw a ************ cat
    I pointed to ya when they askin where the ************ at
    YOU ******U
    CKIN-MUTHE
    R************!Check my ****** blood-pressure
    Pop a couple pills and then
    I'm comin to get'cha
    Put a hole in your soul
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    You diiiee
    Put a hole in your soul
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    You diiiee
    I'll pull a driveby on ya in a
    Coupe De Vile
    And when I shot to kill, you know
    I shot with skill
    And you don't ever see it comin
    Got the skills of a
    SniperPut the heat through your body, what'cha spill in your diaper
    For real, you's a liar, like
    PinocchioAnd when you talk, it grows
    But hoe, it ain't your nose
    It's the rage in my soul, it's buildin like construction
    There's a tax on your ass and
    I'ma make deductions
    Take ya functions, put'cha in a new ************pbag
    Beg like a ************ and you ain't gonna do ************t fag
    Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth
    Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire
    Pull the heater on ya
    Put a hole in your soul
    Nine millimeter homie
    Make your blood run could
    You diiiee
    Gon' rest your eyes
    You diiiee
    Gon' test the fire