Mr. Dead Folx

Lyrics

[Chorus: Violent J & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me [Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I was the first to put it down, reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns Kickin' the gangsta sounds, strictly keep it underground Lotus in the family, you now how we do Coming for ours and won't hesitate to ride on you Record sales don't make you bulletproof, big time And we both know you don't be doin' that shit that's in your rhymes You ain't a G like me, you ain't the thug I be You watered down, like the punks I see on MTV Where you're motherfuckin' trees, always asking for smoke Ain't it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc's That's a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heat Whoever think he the shit, tryna claim my territory I'm a motherfuckin' G with heaters loaded and cocked You's a small time pee-on, braggin' of running rocks Bitch, break yourself, for everything and then some Hold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum [Chorus: Violent J & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Never ever was I a bitch hoe, you can put that on my ten-fo' Ma pop Grundy and 'em know I sicko Baby boy got banana clips for his chopper Known to bring drama somethin' proper Check nuts, Colton Grundy got handles, I got the J So when I'm spitin' from the big oh line, nuts in your face Dead homie on a ho-port, smokin' a Newport Spitin' at the bitches, and bumpin' that new Too Short (Like this!) Life is nothin' I can even they to relate to For real though, bein' dead is serious, it change you All I got left in this world, is my music to play So you correct if you thinkin', that I'ma do my thang And all the thugs that wit' me, throw your shit in the air And wave those motherfuckers side to side, like you don't care And if you feelin' like I'm feelin', then it's plainy clear 'Cause it's a whole bunch of dead folk chillin' in here [Chorus: Violent J & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me [Verse 3: Violent J] It's me and Blaze, drunk drivin' in an Eighty Seven Cutlass Takin' turns at the wheel while the other claps, motherfuckers *Gunshot* You're chick, I'm dickin' that, wicked shit, I'm kickin' that I'm hittin' with the quickness, life's stinkin', where the chickens at? You made a wrong turn comin' down my block I'll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rock Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got Mr. Dead Folx sparkin' at the burial spot We about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like Mars Get your wig spilt, by forty Juggalo rap stars A little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (Yes) I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dying day On tour smokin' bud, and eatin' at the Flyin' J Look me up under "Juggla" and you'll find my name And if you don't, then you're dictionary's lame, muthafucka! [Chorus: Violent J & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me [Outro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx (Believe me man you don't know me) Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx (Believe me man you don't know me)