Yo (Die slow) (Die slow) Ya niggas (Die slow) Uh (Die slow)
All you can do is die nigga (Die slow) (Die slow) (Die slow) (Die slow) (Die slow) (Die slow)
All you can do is die (Die slow) (Die slow) (Die slow)
Fuck (Die slow) (Die slow) Die nigga (Die slow) (Die slow)
Yo, you me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult And a 4 hundred pound And you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
face rappers get, stretched like elastic Claymation characters wit verbal Slappin' ya, a white water rafter Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' the Niagara
My afterburners'll be you after Ya' already been splashed with acid and you turn to ashes Assassins camouflaged in the grass Leavin' blood all ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis
I'll fly ya' body outta Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch Then lie to the masses, tell 'em that You got murdered over some East beef, between rappers
stations'll express their sadness Play classics back to back and pass out the violence pamphlets Just imagine, every ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend While you in hell throwin'
I'll be in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons some pretty ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win I'm laughin' 'cause you a has You'll never get ya' back
So don't even bother askin', Bassett just get ya' ass kicked Get ya' head off and dropped in a basket My left taken but my right ones free That means I could diss another emcee
Wit rhymes appear clearer than liquid crystal My is more visual than television screen pixels I fire pistols, hit you wit' missiles Riddle ya' body wit' then watch the blood sprinkle
Ya probably had no idea what you was into On the mic, Can-i-bus is you
(Die slow) Hey yo, nigga got an attitude (Die slow) Yeah, he be actin' (Die slow) And he's trynna' battle you (Die slow) That last was terrible
(Die slow) When he's on the (Die slow) He never got a mouth (Die slow) Yeah, time he freestyles (Die slow) His be gettin' bleeped out
(Die slow) You got the (Die slow) Naw, I heard it was (Die slow) You got the I said it was weak (Die slow) But the shit don't out till next week
(Die slow) Hey yo, I like the beats (Die slow) Yo that shit be bugged out (Die slow) Hey yo, nigga Bis dumbs out (Die slow) He waited too long to out
To you bitch niggas who talk alot but the block, in halter tops Left side of ya chest, the spot That's a nigga put it, when I'm hooded Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some channel 6
Know is, me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard Creepin' wit a and reachin' for ya door knob Throw a gun ya chin, see how quick your whore rise One shot could have a short slide, right out the North
Your whole flow is porkrine, the small oints I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar Drop on top of the blue line, right the red one Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career
Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin' those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light To the Journ, y'all no suitable splitters True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, ya liver
Shoutin' my Ya best to control the soldier boy Or homicide will be all you poys with Polaroids
(Die slow) Yeah, yo that nigga gets busy yo (Die slow) I heard from Philly yo (Die slow) I him in Bis video (Die slow) He's so tho'
(Die slow) Now rollin' wit Canibus? (Die slow) I don't even his shit (Die slow) That sounds like an amateur (Die slow) Yo, I Jay manage him
(Die slow) Yo, he got heavy gold shit (Die slow) Man, some old shit (Die slow) Yeah yo, the niggas that he wit' (Die slow) let 'em hold it
(Die slow) He got Benji's (Die slow) No he (Die slow) time, when I see him in the back of the source (Die slow) He looks